I'm having a sad day. I'm thinking of my dad and missing him. I'm missing San Marcos and my friends there. I dreamed about the days during the week we lost dad. I'm wanting to think of dad and remember him, but it hurts. I'm sure this is a natural part of the grief process. I'm just probably moving into another phase. But the lump in my throat hurts.
And I'm missing home. The sunsets. My comfortable, deep ties with my friends. Even the stupid big HEB.
I need to stay out the past and stay in the present. I am truly happy here. But sometimes I miss what I had. a lot.