Confessions

My heart still aches for my Daddy. I find myself keeping as busy as possible, doing project after project so I don't have much time to just sit and think. If I think, I cry. If I cry, I fall into that pit again. I can't fall. There are kids to take care of and a house to tend to. Losing myself in grief is not an option. Tomorrow I'll deal. But tomorrow never really comes. School, laundry, running errands, etc... Life stays busy and by the end of the day I'm too tired to do anything but fall into bed and sleep. But there are times, when sleep brings nightmares. Nightmares that involve a plane crashing in a cornfield. Fire. And my Daddy no longer living. My heart breaks once again.