day 12 without my dad, I’ve decided i’m going to write a list of some of the new things i really hate:
I hate riding in the car
I hate those split second moments when i go to show him something or call him or look for him before i remember that he’s gone
I hate seeing my mom so broken
I hate talking about him in the past tense
I hate nighttime
I hate the question “how are you doing?”
I hate Teslas
I hate the passage of time
I hate funeral arrangements
I hate not knowing where he is
I hate how long it takes to get a death certificate
I hate Intensive care units
I hate the guilt i feel when i have happy moments
I hate that lump in your throat tightness in your chest feeling
I hate that he’ll never get to turn 50
I hate that to him i’ll always be 18
I hate that i wasn’t awake when he left that morning
I hate the “5 stages of grief”
I hate the thought of birthdays and holidays without him
I hate how he’s everywhere in every corner of my life but also nowhere
I hate the half drank can of fizzy water on his desk that he’ll never finish
I hate that this happened to him of all people















