Every day

Each day I wake up and remember he’s dead, I remember he won’t be here today.  Each day I wake up sad.  Sally, on the other hand, wakes up every day and explains to me that daddy is an angel, daddy died, and that he will always be with us.  Each morning she wakes up and comes to my bed to cuddle.  Each morning she asks where daddy is.  Each morning we go through the same conversations.  I feel like each morning I relive the pain of the day he died, but each morning I am greeted with the innocent questions of my three year old.  We talk about daddy and how much he loves us and how much we love him.  Today daddy is an angel that scares away monsters and gives Sally secret angel kisses.  I am so sad but also so grateful.

2 responses to “Every day

  1. I linked over here from Tertia’s blog, and I am so very sorry. I don’t know how or when it will get better, but hang in there. Day by day.
    Take care.

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