It has been said, ‘time heals all wounds.’ I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.
– Rose Kennedy
It’s a funny thing. I wasn’t going to post on this today. But then there’s this strange sense of guilt if I don’t acknowledge it.
I lost my Dad 36 years ago today. I’ll never really get over it.
At least, I hope not.
You can read what I’ve written previously:
June 15, 2014: The last time I saw him
August 1, 2013: More than Half My Life Ago
March 13, 2013: That Awful March of 1983
August 1, 2012: Why I Hate August 1st
June 17, 2012: Why I hate writing about Father’s Day