It's been just over three years for me. Dad was getting up there in age, this was failing, that was going bad. Even though I knew it was coming and a matter of time, it really hurts. There's hardly a day that goes by that I don't think about him. I'm building my truck as a sort of memorial, as he loved nothing more than to drive around in our 52 pickup. As a kid, I was often embarassed by it. Later a good friend taught me to enjoy it.
I lost a friend to suicide a few years ago. That hurts pretty bad. The sudden shock makes the pain go deeper.
You have friends and family here, even if we can't offer the physical pat on the back you need right now. You hurt, and that's okay. Just know that there are many who understand and sympathise, and we will keep you in our prayers.
