By Kelly Bridgewater
This month marks five years since my Daddy died.
Some days it seems like yesterday and some days it feels so long ago since I have actually talked to my Daddy and listened to his advice.
It has gotten a lot easier.
Life has returned to normal.
I don't write my fiction. Still.
Who knows if I ever will?
A word of advice:
If you lost a parent recently, I give you a hug. It hurts. Deeply. Some days you wonder how you will move on. How will you continue to do the things that made you you? I promise. It will loosen the hands of grief. As someone who is five years down the road, I remember the horrible feelings of lost without my Daddy when he left, but I have moved on with my life.
There are certain things that come up that bring tears to my eyes. Father's Day is all about my husband and my father-in-law, who I am grateful are still in my life.
Like I mentioned earlier, my Daddy was my biggest supporter of my writing. He held me accountable and wanted to see how I was doing on my stories. Since he has passed on, I don't have that anymore, so I don't do it.
I miss you, Daddy. Until we meet again!