Wow, it has been ages since I wrote a journal here, 564 days, or 1 year, 6 months, 17 days.

A whole lot of good and bad has fallen in amongst the last year and a half. I shan't dodge around the point that needs making any further;

My Dad, at the age of 51, was found dead in the hotel in which he was staying on a business trip to Sydney.

I don't like the thought that so many other people have gone through this pain like I am now. It becomes unbearable at times, my thoughts and feelings are fractured. People try and give me words of sympathy or advice on what to do, mostly along the lines of "you have got to let go" or "just remember the good times". Problematic because I don't want to let go, not yet, and I am deeply saddened by any good memories I have because I would still like for more good memories and I know there wont be any more with my Dad. This isn't to say that all the advice or words of sympathy have been unsatisfactory, but rather that some people have a better idea of how I am mentally. How I'm coping or not coping with all of this.

/rant

Bye for now,
- R3P1N5

/journal