Father's Day is Sunday and the very thought of it is sucking the air out of Brooke's lungs. Her energy is depleting this week while dread is growing to just get the approaching day over with.
Her dad's suicide has left an ache in her soul. While time heals, special days about dads are a painful reminder of what she doesn't have and my little girl's heart is shattered.
Honestly, I'm tired of overcompensating for his shortcomings. Filling in the role of both mom and dad, taking on twice the load.
There is a place called "beyond caring," located just past "repeated disappointments." It lonely there. The hope and courage to expect something new and positive are lost on the road to getting there.
