Day of Sorrow

Yesterday was hard.  I went to bed on Father's Day Eve committing to celebrate the next day in honor of Wyatt.  I wanted it to be a happy day.

I told Wyatt on Father's Day morning that despite my efforts to make it be a happy day, I woke feeling very sorrowful.  My heart was heavy.  My tears were on the surface waiting to rush out at any moment.  I MISS MY DAD and no matter how much I ignored and push away the feelings--they were still there. 

I didn't feel my dad at all yesterday.  I don't know why, other than when I feel him close, I get really sad and cry.  I don't think he wanted me to feel that yesterday.