Everyday before I go to bed, I always wonder how my dad is doing. I want to call him as if their was a phone number to call to heaven. The denial stage of grieving is one of the worst stages. I accept gods will but I can’t help but have denial that he’s actually gone❤️🩹
This is my thing, if you brag of how much you did for that person, you really didn’t put your heart into it. You don’t need other people’s validation to let you know your doing something right.. If your hearts in it when doing it you just know, and don’t care what people think.✌🏼
I still needed more time with my dad. I will never understand why things happen the way they do. I wasn’t ready to lose my dad. We had a lot of conversations of him walking me down the aisle, of one day meeting my kids. Now that’ll be just a dream😓.
You blocked me because you didn’t want me to see that your back with your EX… but yet your the JOKE for talking so much shit on her and you still go back 😭😂😂😂
My dads nurse is naming each medicine asking if he’s taking them and I keep asking “that’s for what I’m sorry” like bitch idk the names of medicine I just know that one’s for the pressure and ones for the diabetes 🤷🏻♀️
It’s been a month since that “Mejor ahí que seguir siendo amigos” typaaa BS andddd likkeee… yea it hurts still but my pride towards you came bigger and thicker .. like my ass and thighs so. Yea Bye. 🤌🏼