March 22

 March 22nd is the anniversary of my dad’s death.

These are the last of the hours in which I can say;”I had a dad last year” and then I won’t have had a dad last year which makes it feel so final. I know, what a dumb thing to say,  that a death doesn’t feel final for a year. Ridiculous. But somehow, in my heart, that’s how logic works.

If you had told me when I was 15 years old and wishing that my dad would be struck by lightning, that now I’d be feeling devastated, I would have laughed.

I’m just so very sad.

Tracy