I’d like to think life would come about and make more sense than it does at the moment, but I doubt that will ever happen. Life comes and goes as it pleases and I have no idea why it does what it does. It would be nice for life to make sense. Depression and all comes about because well I don’t know why it comes about, it just does and here I am trying to over do or overcome it or something. I don’t quite understand why this life has to be the way it is.
Tuesday, August 25, 2026 Why must I be missing my dad today of all days? I don’t get it. I’m not sure I want to understand it. Life doesn’t make sense when I miss my dad. I need his guidance and wisdom around me. Without it? I feel lost and that’s only half the story. We had a great relationship growing up, he was my mentor, my super hero. The one I looked to whenever I had a problem. When things went well I let him know, when things went badly, I let him know. He was my hero. Correction: He IS my hero! Dad if you can hear me? I love you.