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

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