Last week my father passed away. He had been sick for years but we weren't expecting this turn for the worst. One day they said he'd likely recover. The next day they moved him to comfort care. I spent as much time with him as i could on his last days. I was with him when he drew his last breath and checked his pulse and felt his heart beat one last time.
When i was born, God already had my dad picked out for me. I met him 2 years later. He adopted me soon after. I miss him terribly and am trying to grieve in a healthy way. With my depression and self harming history, it makes it difficult to stay healthy and not become obsessive. I'm just hoping im not shutting off my emotions too much...
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