The anniversary dates
It's been 6 years and 3 days since my Dad died at the Oregon Pen.
While it doesn't have that gut-wrenching sucker punch that it used to, the day is still a difficult one for me.
There are so many things I wish had been different. There's no changing the past, and had my Dad been born as a Millennial, he probably wouldn't have ended up in prison because he wouldn't have had to hide being gay.
I don't really miss him anymore, but I do still love him, and I still feel the loss. Anniversary dates suck.
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