Feb 22, 2020
I dream about my father every goddamn night. I scream at him, I get embarrassed in front of him, I cry in front of him, I hug him, I beg him not to go again. And I wake up, not in a panic or rush like you see in the movies, but slowly opening my eyes with no other movement. Because I know I just woke up from a dream where he was alive into a world where he’s not. The overwhelming pain I feel every single day I wake up is never ending. I just want to go back to sleep. I can only imagine how my mother deals with it. I just wake up and fall apart.
