I'm back home after my father's funeral.
I need to do something. I have to get out of the house but all I want to do is lay down. But I feel like I should keep moving. When I stop moving that's when the sadness begins to take over.
I really miss my dad. I'm not what you would call a "daddy's girl" but life seemed to make sense because my dad was here. Now he's gone and I just don't know ... everything just feels kind of empty.