One week!

Its been one week since my dad passed away one long week that will never be forgotten. There truly is no way of ever preparing for a loss like this. In life we learn how to live we try to enjoy life at every turn we look for how we can prolong these lives we live, but nothing in life ever prepares you for death. Nothing in life teaches you how you should grieve, how you should go on, what you should do with the ache in your chest that doesn't go away. There are days when getting out of bed takes everything in you, you can't think about making it through a whole day nonetheless a whole week. But one step at a time you push yourself through just one hour, and than another and soon you find the day is done and you can close your eyes and forget for just a little while everything that has happened. Because despite how much you just wanna crawl in a hole and forget the world life keeps on going and you have to keep on living. I don't think the pain will ever truly go away but I hope with time that it will turn into an acceptance of what has happened and that I can look back on the good memories I have with him.