I cant believe it’s been one year. I remember it like yesterday. the words I was reading, the photo I took, the conversation I was having, right before I got the call. The worst call of my life. And then everything changed. I remember what I said. Who I ran too. Who I called. And honestly, who showed up. This has been both the longest and shortest year of my life. Long because until 1 year ago, It was rare I went a day without talking to my dad. Long because each day was painfully empty. And short, because in all honesty for me, I did alot less than normal. Grief is a crazy, powerful, all encompassing emotion. And my heart goes out to anyone experiencing that right now. 8/8 is truly an angel number, because heaven gained the best one that day. (Well technically today I think idk mixed reviews on beliefs in judaism) I miss him so much <3 Idk why I’m even tweeting this. But if you’re grieving I see you. Tell the people you love you love them every day.