I can’t even really believe it has now been one year since my Dad was killed. One year…
I can still hear his voice. I still think I hear him pull into my driveway. I still wait for his peck (knock) at the door… has it really been a year?
As of 6pm tonight… it’s been a year since we spoke… I wondered why he didnt answer when I called him a few hours later… then at 230am the knock at my door told me why. Part of me died at that moment.
I wish things were different. Why do people kill people? Why?