It's been one week since my dad passed away. We laid him to rest yesterday at Florida National Cemetery. I seriously thought I was going to lose it. To my surprise, I kept it together. It's not that I'm holding it all in. I simply feel numb and the reality hasn't had a chance to completely sink in.
I broke down a few times today. Tears even began to fall as I typed this post out. I keep having flashbacks of my Dad while he was suffering. He went through so much the past few months. This all happened so fast. I should've spent more time with him. I wasn't expecting him to go this fast.
I should have sat and spoken with him more. I should have prayed longer, harder. I know he's in a better place, but I miss him. My heart aches more with each passing day. It is tough. Jesus is definitely going to have to help me through this. I know He will. I need to pour my heart out to Him. I have to allow Him to heal my heart, take away all the pain and renew my faith.