I have been to dads grave 5 times since he passed away. Some how thou it does not seem real to me. I expect to go to his house and spend time with him as he is cooking some fresh breads or making some cabbage rolls. I expect him to be there smiling and talking telling me some story about something or other that happened to him when he was growing up. I cannot get my head around the fact that he is gone, that we will never talk again, that I will never be able to kiss him on the forehead and feel the warmth of his body.
It's all so unreal, this can't have happened.
It's all so unreal, this can't have happened.
