My watch has ended

I can’t write a whole lot right now. I feel a mix of crushingly depressed and numb.

My dad passed away on September 10 at 4:03pm. It was two days after my birthday, and almost an exact year after his cancer diagnosis.

I have so many regrets. So so many regrets. I wish I wouldn’t have lost my patience so often, I wish I would have said I love you more. I wish I would have told him how proud I was to be his daughter…..and how much I admire his fight. How he made me who I am…..and now there’s no one left on earth that gets me.

I know this job is hard…..it’s often thankless, it robs you of personal time, it’s built around self sacrifice, but I wish I had him back for just one more day. I miss him so much already. Love on whoever it is your taking care of tonight for me.