1.22.2006

Today marks one month since my father died and yet the lump in my throat won't dissapear, my heart still won't except what my head knows and I remain lost. I've had smiles and laughs, both genuine, but I never seem to be able to remember what it feels like when night falls. I'm trying to find a new "normal" but it's been hard to navigate through the fog. One moment blurs into the next and rolls into the jumble of all the other unmemorable days that have come before. There is no escape. Right now, time is my enemy... but it is only time which will eventually allow me to cope...