Last night, I had a nightmare. I dreamt my father was trying to kill me. The dream was so vivid. My heart was racing a little when I opened my eyes, and I couldn’t go back to sleep. I suppose my thoughts were waging war
Yesterday was Father’s Day. It is one day out of the year we stop to celebrate men who have children. However, for some reason it felt just like any other Sunday, outside of a few text messages and social media comments from friends and family.
The past 2 and a half weeks have been such a difficult time in my life. As my father recently passed away unexpectedly, it’s been difficult dealing with his funeral and all that comes with it, along with overcoming the grief and enduring the pain
Right now, the relationship I presently have with my father is basically non-existent. I don’t believe I have spoken to him this year… and I probably only spoke to him once or twice last year, if I spoke to him at all. Why does the
There are many examples I have seen in my life which have shown me how fragile life is. When I was 13, I used to come home from school and sit at the bedside of my grandfather, who was one of my best friends growing