Waiting for a Taxi

It’s past midnight, in the early hours of Monday Morning. Waiting for a taxi, after getting the phone call I have been dreading. Life feels surreal, even though I have had time to reflect upon recent events. I don’t think it’s truly sunk in yet.

I’ve lost my Dad and I feel like I’ve lost a huge part of myself.

Please understand if I don’t write for a few days xx

20 thoughts on “Waiting for a Taxi

      1. You would not be a loving daughter or even a human being if you weren’t. You are going through the roughest time any child can have in regards to a parent. Take. Your. Time. The acceptance of loss and the healing from that loss are gradual processes. Please don’t forget your friends and other family members, many of whom you can contact for support or for providing a sounding board.

        All the best,
        Keith V.

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  1. I’m not sure what to say because ‘I’m sorry’ just doesn’t cut it. But I am sorry, I can only imagine how you feel. I love my dad to bits and losing him isn’t something I can contemplate. Judging by all these comments, you’ve got a lot of people here that care about you and that are thinking of you. Sending love your way  ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
    Caz xx

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