Wednesday, March 24, 2004
I'm afraid to start a new month. I know that sounds weird, but I'm scared to leave the month of March for some reason.
I also can't put my dad's picture at my desk yet. I'm afraid that I'll just sob while at work and that I wouldn't be able to stop the tears in time enough before the next incoming phone call.
There are times where I feel guilty for some of my happiness at being alive and well, because my father is not. But I know he would do anything for his wife and daughters to be happy and would be so upset to know that we're suffering...especially mom.
Mom felt guilty for buying a cute Liz Claiborne purse yesterday.
Stage 3 of grief.
To a "t"...
I also can't put my dad's picture at my desk yet. I'm afraid that I'll just sob while at work and that I wouldn't be able to stop the tears in time enough before the next incoming phone call.
There are times where I feel guilty for some of my happiness at being alive and well, because my father is not. But I know he would do anything for his wife and daughters to be happy and would be so upset to know that we're suffering...especially mom.
Mom felt guilty for buying a cute Liz Claiborne purse yesterday.
Stage 3 of grief.
To a "t"...
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