Mood:
My father passed away Thursday morning, March 22, 2007....
I made the drive home to my apartment tonight after being at my parents' house all week. It never seemed so distant until tonight.
I know we'll be ok. I know there will be changes, and things to get used to.
The feeling is so surreal. A part of me doesn't want to go back home knowing he won't be there anymore.
I won't open the door and find him sitting at the kitchen table reading a book... Or sitting in the garage with the door open... I will never hear his singing voice again... or hear him yell at me... or say things like... "I'm not yelling. This is my speaking voice."... or.. "Dow, go home."..
I want him back so much. I miss him so much.
I am so lucky to have the friends that I do have as a support system. My mom is right. There are people out there that care, and will be there when times are hard.
Thank you for being there for me and my family. This is an extremely rough time. We're not sure what we are going to do, but we are taking it one day at a time.
Paw... Dow kit terng lae ruk Paw mahk. Dow ja mai lerm arai ti Paw sawn ma. Dow whung wa Paw mee kwam sook laew mai suffer mahk. Duay ruk lae kaorohp yarng soong.
I love you, Dad.