Fifteen

 Yesterday was fifteen years without daddy. It feels so surreal. Tin another five years, I’ll have lived half of my life without a father.

How did I manage to survive all these years? Ha. Going to be cheesy and say there’s always our Heavenly Father. But it is also different to having an earthly father.

It’s my thirty fifth birthday today. I’m unsure as to how to feel. That I’ve accomplished so much and yet nothing?

So much has changed. Yet. So much remains the same.

I’m not even sure what I’m trying to say. Except happy thirty fifth birthday.