Almost 8 months since my dad went on.

Feels so long ago, yet, my heart feels like it was yesterday. I still picture how he had to walk out back, maybe look back one more time. Then look up and make that final choice. I think about how tired he must have been, felt defeated, depressed, anxious. He had OCD and it literally hit 10 years ago and in that time all of our lives changed. It’s funny how we adapt to insanity because we want to be near the ones we love.
I know he is at peace. But...

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