My father now has a headstone. The thought of it makes my heart break and I can feel it in my chest, how it’s completely shattered.

It’s real. He’s gone. Forever buried beneath his headstone. His name, my father’s name, is carved in to it. Accompanied by the days he entered and left this world.

When did this happen? When did this all become so fucking real? When did I become father-less? This year just seems like a nightmare. Someone, please pinch me. Let this be a bad dream. Oh god, please let this be a bad dream.

I want to wake up.

 

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