Today is the day my dad died four years ago.
And I am heartbroken.
With each passing year I think it will be easier, but it is not.
I am sad that my children will never know the love of their Grandfather.
I am bitter when I see other people with their dad.
I am angry that his doctor did not diagnose the cancer earlier.
I am haunted by the memory of him lying in hospice.
I still run his eulogy in my mind all the time and it hurts my heart.
My dad lived a wonderful life.
He is the most generous person I have ever met.
He loved his family.
He was a hard worker and a loving provider.
My dad was the greatest.
I am sad today.
Tomorrow I may appear not to be sad, but I still am.
I think the worst part is knowing no one knows my pain, because he was mine and no one can possibly feel what I feel.
I will never forget what I had and what I lost on this day in 2010
Love you, dad, today and always.