It has been over 2 months since I last posted.
In 3 days it will be one year since Daddy died. Wednesday it will be 52 weeks, Friday it will be 365 days.
I still can't make myself say "passed away"
That's too gentle and easy. It's not heartbroken enough. As someone who prides herself on choosing the right word to evoke the desired emotion or feeling, passed away just doesn't do it.
A friend of my mom's reminds her
You'll never get over it,
but you will get used to it.
I kind of don't want to. It has been a year and I still rail at God for what He took away. I still shout at him that It's not supposed to be like this. It wasn't supposed to be like this.
And I look around at my life. And nothing has changed. Except for a broken heart.
I am still in the same cozy 2 bedroom apartment.
I still have the same solidly running American-made car.
I still have the same job (basically) that I've had for 3+ years.
I still have no savings to my name.
I still have over half my credit card available limit used up.
I still have 3+ started novels that haven't gotten finished. And I haven't edited the first one I did finish.
I still haven't gone back to school.
I still haven't launched my freelance business.
I still haven't learned piano, in spite of specifically asking for a keyboard for my birthday last year so I could learn.
I am still single and just hope and pray that someday, someone will see a beauty and value in me that makes him want to stick around for more than a few dates.
I am still well into the "overweight" BMI range.
I still haven't memorized any more Bible verses.
I still have utterly sporadic and completely inconsistent "quiet time."
I still haven't started any of the groups I said I wanted to start.
I still wish I had said that one thing to Dad that I put off until it was literally too late to say. I said The Important Stuff. But there was this one thing. And I don't honestly think it would have made any difference to anything, but I still wish I had told him.
I am getting used to the broken heart. I am still in shock. I can go days and sometimes weeks before it really hits home that he is gone. And the weirdest stuff sets me off. Random lyrics that have nothing to do with loss. Watching an episode of Bones where Booth finds out his dad has died. My dresser being broken ... the dresser that Daddy put together for me. And of course the obvious stuff. Anniversaries and holidays. Red Trucks. Old school country songs. Going to the cemetery. Not being able to go to the cemetery because it is in Iowa.
And everything stays the same. The whole of my life is almost identical to what it was a year ago. I have the same questions for Dad and the same insecurities. I have the same habits and pitfalls. I still cry much too easily and don't talk directly to people about things I want to say or want to know.
Since I know most of you are my friends and know me personally, I know some of you are shaking your heads and saying that I've changed a lot or I've come a long way or whatever. But that list has not changed. And that list are the things that Daddy would notice. He probably wouldn't notice if I had gotten over an insecurity or two, he would notice if I could afford to buy myself a couch. He wouldn't notice if I had memorized more Bible verses, he would notice if I was keeping my car clean. Yeah, maybe he would notice, but he wouldn't have said anything. He was truly, literally a man of very few words. And I had so hoped that losing him would change something in me and make me more like him. But so far ..... not so much.
So far .... Everything stays the same.