The 12th anniversary of my father’s death just passed. Every year up until the 10th felt significant, but by 12, he seems more like just a distant memory.
I was in a relationship with a man at the time of his death, but I would have been better off had I been single. When my dad developed leukemia, I called my boyfriend shaken and helpless.
He was surprised and supportive, assuring me that everything was going to be alright. After I announced the sad news on social media, he joined in the thread of comments with the words “I’ll be praying for you.Read more on themighty.com