It's been one year today since I lost my dad.
|My last picture with Dad. I just now noticed he's using the pillowcase I sewed in 7th grade.|
I suddenly thought of him just after noon, and when I looked at the clock, I discovered it was the time he passed away one year ago. It brought me back to the moment I learned that he'd gone, and what a strange feeling that was even though I'd had a couple weeks to prepare. I can only describe the month of March last year as an outer-body experience. I imagine that's a natural feeling, one of self-preservation.