Today is the day.
Today is the day I did not want to come. All my wishing and praying that it was all just a dream did not work. He is gone. Now I am about to bury him.
My king. My father. My daddy.
Today reminds me a lot of the day I had to bury my mother. I remember feeling empty and lost. I remember feeling alone, confused and angry. The same as I feel right now.
Both of my parents are gone. I feel like an orphan.
I am sitting in my window nook, fully dressed in my black gown, my hair pulled into a perfect bun. I am looking down at all the bustling people as they prepare to commit my father's body into the ground.
The weather is perfect for a day like this. It matches my mood. It is dark and rainy. The skies threaten a storm. Yes, that is a great way to describe my feelings.
