I’ve been trying to write something here since my dad passed away, but nothing feels natural. My words feel hollow, written or heard, they aren’t resounding with my true feelings. I feel like I’ve reached closure, but at the same time feel in limbo.
I’ll be going back to America before the funeral. It’s not that I don’t want to be here, but that right now I need my husband and my babies. I need the sense of normality that comes with being home.