A lot of things can make for a tough day. The weather, your boss, a coworker, or a poor driver slowing you down can all make you have a bad day. But a tough day is a special bad day. Of course we all know people or pets we love will die, and even unexpected deaths are still sort of expected. At some point we realize that someone has to fill out the statistic books for this generation so after the initial shock of the news we can handle with the grief with some practicality.
But years later that I have come face to face with a simple task that is still tough. Day fourteen’s task is to write a letter to my father. I’m dreading this one, and putting it off.
Dad died just over 10 years ago. I still have trouble with it sometimes.