March 5 is a date, the date I will hate and dread for the rest of my life. My dad has been gone for a year, tomorrow, in just a few hours… I haven’t spoken to my father in a year but while I haven’t seen him or heard him, the signs he’s been sending me have been loud and clear, especially in dark times.
Tomorrow is a difficult day and I’ve done everything possible to not think of it. I’ve been in denial. A year? this can’t be right.
I’m lying in bed in my hotel room, after a long, fun, and expensive day in Picadilly. This show, How I met your mother is on and I’m too tired to find another channel. There’s a funeral and the guy had lost his father earlier. He’s upset about the last words from his father. He finally listens to his father’s last voicemail and hears ‘I love you.’ He is relieved.
The episode ends with all of his friends calling their fathers. Must be nice…
My last words with my father were…I won’t publish them here but the last time I spoke with my beloved father was March 1. He loved me and I love me, he was proud of me and he is my pride in life.
Hi Dad, I love and miss you so badly. Thank you for all the signs.
Bad News (How I Met Your Mother)