Alexa Stephanie
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Everyone Else Was Grieving
Everyone else was grieving. I wasn’t. Who would have thought that the daughter of the man who died was not grieving? When it came time to say my final goodbyes, I stood by his grave. I stood by my family and friends... and I cried. Months go by, I am okay. I can do it. I can survive. Yet on days like today, I wake up with a hole in my heart and what feels like a bag of bricks sitting on my chest. Many times at night, I stare out the window, perfectly angled to see the moon. I know my father is always looking over me but that is not what bothers me. Is he proud of who I am? Is he mourning with me? I may not know those answers but what I do know is that I am trying my damn hardest just to get up and even take a shower. Even if getting out of bed for fifteen minutes, and I MEAN only fifteen minutes, then I can be proud of myself for taking a step towards a stronger tomorrow.
By Alexa Stephanie6 years ago in Families