I am finding it hard coming to terms with the fact that my dad has gone and I will never see him again. It all feels so surreal. I still cry when I think of him, but I am not blocking thoughts of him out now. We have also put some photos up of him and I try and look at them as much as I can bear. As time passes we realise more and more just how big a part of our lives he was. How much we turned to him for his advice and opinions on things. We took all this for granted, as you do with life and the people around you.
The gap left is huge. We went out together to so many places that the memories are everywhere and I can't escape them. I know that in time it won't hurt as much, but that is a long way off.
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