At times I want to mimic a toddler rolling around on the floor, kicking and screaming, "Why my dad? Why did you take him? Don't you know I still needed him in my life?" I then brush away the tears and look around outside of my own grief and see so many others in pain and dealing with a loss just as I have. I wasn't personally selected to be the only one in the world to feel intense pain and loneliness that seems to want to drown me in its overwhelming depths.
****I previously blogged about my dad just weeks after we lost him. I wrote a beautiful tribute to him about the many things he taught me. If you'd like to go read it, here is the link. "D" is for Dad: Remembering My Friend and Hero