What do you do when things really hurt? I miss my Dad so much. And I cry at night while I watch tv and my nose feels like I've just breathed in water from the swimming pool and it stings like it's just been drenched with chlorinated pool water.
And that makes no sense does it?
I'd like to be sat in front of a driftwood fire on a beach, with my lovely husband playing his guitar and we would be listening to the ocean crashing around us and watching the whites of the waves dancing like galloping Lipizzaner stallions in the moonlight. And I wouldn't feel the ache in my heart for my dear Dad. Or maybe I would but it wouldn't be an ache, it'd just be a collage of all the lovely memories I have of him.
