Today is the anniversary of my father's funeral, and last night all I could see when I closed my eyes was his coffin right next to me. I remembered it in so much detail. I had felt uncomfortable sitting so close to it at the chapel a year ago, I swear with an outstretch arm I could have touched it. I didn't like that, and it haunted me for a while, but if I'm to be honest I hadn't thought of it for a while ... so this is another huge first sad anniversary, and I'm more than halfway through the day, it's true isn't it, life goes on.
