sorrow.

I miss my father. You really don't know how much you miss someone until you have something happen that makes you extremely upset and depressed.  Brien is going to be gone for six weeks and I am going to be left here holding the bag, and I can't do it.  I don't have the emotional or physical strength. I am crying, crying, crying and wishing that I could talk to my dad.  He could always either make me see the issues at hand or help me protect my heart.  I don't have him anymore.  I have men in my life and I miss the first one ever. 

I wish that someone would rescue me from my life.