8 months.
8 months without my Dad. 8 months of endlessly reliving every last detail of 9/13/11 in my head. 8 months to realize I'll never stop missing him while I'm still breathing but that I'm a tougher broad than I give myself credit.
8 months to be able to say the volume of the noise in my head has started to decrease.
The last month has been absolutely insane. It was awful, heart breaking, sad, ridiculous, hard, tense and ultimately life-saving. It took me to the brink, broke me and now the rebuilding begins.
Dad - I love and miss you to the moon and back...EVERY SINGLE DAY!
