Today marks one month since my Dad's passing.

There is no doubt that a part of me died the day he did.

My "Rock", my biggest fan, my friend, my Dad.

My world was safe because he was in it.

I can't believe it's been a month but at the same time it feels like so much longer. I rarely went a day without talking to him, I feel his absence so strongly that it physically hurts.

Thank you to those who sent me a msg or left a kind comment.

Im grateful for this site, as it's always a little comforting to know you're not alone.