Mourning

I go from sobbing to laughing, calm to crying at the drop of a hat. I'm afraid at any point out in public (that is, if I can get out in public with the 2+ feet of snow we have that will not stop) I will start crying uncontrollably. It's horrible.

At a future point in time, I will write to cleanse. I will write to educate. I need to speak the truth, no matter how much it hurts, no matter how much people will judge. For myself. For my dad.

But right now, I will cry. And cry.

Thank you to everyone for your thoughts, whether you've voiced them or not.

And again, here come the tears.