2017 thoughts of Dad.
So I'm reading a book called "mums list" written by her husband. Kate died leaving behind two young boys and a husband, in which she left a bucket list for them to complete and live by. The book has had me crying uncontrollably and laughing too, but also making me understand from her side, something I failed to do in my dad's last few years. She reminds me a lot of my dad, and nearly two years later, I understand now why my dad did a lot of the things he did. Although my dad was never very good with words. The book is teaching me to not dwell on the shit life has thrown at me but to live my life to max and do whatever the fuck I want. Although I feel incredibly sad right now I'm quite calm about it, you know. He's not here but I will be okay. As I take care of me.
