My father is no more… My head knows it is better this way, but my heart doesn’t understand it (yet). He took a piece of my heart with him. I lie awake. It’s three in the morning as I write…
My father is no more… My head knows it is better this way, but my heart doesn’t understand it (yet). He took a piece of my heart with him. I lie awake. It’s three in the morning as I write…