I feel so strange. Feeling empty yet not as unhappy as I feel like I should be. Does that make sense??
Lately I've been having visits from him in my dreams...
I'm not sure if I've told you all about them?
But I seem to find myself in this amazing garden, sun shining, birds calling, flowers blooming from afar.
I can't begin to describe it.
Anyway, I'm in a white summer dress, and I look up and see my Dad in white linen clothes, holding out his hand for me to grab and get up.
First time, we walked down a path and under a couple of verandas? (Not sure of the correct spelling or even if that's what they are.) Flowers that aren't already, bloom as he walks past them. Oh his smile <3
That was quite a short visit as I like to call them.
The second time? We just sat there on the grass talking about Phil and the rest of the family. Talking about my brother L & his fiancée A and their little bump.
Whenever I try on my wedding dress I see my Dad.
Of course I'm sad, I'm missing out on my Dad! I think about all the things he won't be there for, and I'm heartbroken.
I have amazing support from my friends & family.
I just can't help feeling like he's still there somehow <3
Thanks for letting me ramble on.
L x
