One of my favorite shows growing up was Little House on the Prairie. I wanted to be Laura and live on a farm with horses and apple trees. Tonight, while perusing channels, I excitedly found old episodes--season 9, episode 1 to be exact.
I eagerly settled in to watch it and the episode opened with Pa selling the 'Little House' and moving to the city. Then Almanzo's brother, Roy, shows up with his daughter and we soon learn that he is dying. The tears began to flow and my stomach began to churn. I physically became sick to my stomach watching the episode enfold.
No one tells you this when you lose a loved one. No one tells you that your simplest/guilty pleasures can turn on a dime. That memories and life come crashing together in a horrible twist, stabbing you in the gut without warning.
I just miss my dad. I mourn for others who have felt this. I fear for my children someday feeling this pain.
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