If it ain't one thing is always another. I've been robbed today. Left home to visit my mum, came back and all of my savings along with my deceased dad's jewellery is gone. Thank you, heartless person so stealing a dead man's stuff and his grieving daughter's money.
Today has proven to be the toughest day I've experienced so far. To say I said goodbye to my father, my best friend, my confidant for the last time. No pain could compare to the pain of having to bury the only person who saw me just as I am, who listen to my thoughts and opinions, who thought I was and could be something. I'm forever grateful for everything you have done for me, Dad, and that some of my last words to you was "I'm proud of you" and "Just take it easy, I love you."