I came on, i'm not pregnant. I actually overted my eyes untoward the ceiling and whispered: "Thankyou!" I would make a terrible mother, i can't even look after my self.
Delerium kicked in with the flu tablets, and i kept on asking Richard if he would phone my Mom and get her to come stay with me. Pathetic. I thought i saw my Dad at one point, then my eyes opened and i realised it was a dream. But the best i've had in ages, so vivid i could almost touch him. I'd give anything to see my Dad one more time. To hold his hand. To touch his face. To hug him and tell him i love him.
I still wish i could trade places with him. He didn't deserve to die, and most certainly in such an undignified manner. I hate my self to this day for not doing more. For not looking after him better. I'd just come out of hospital though, i was 18 and weighed 6 stone.
If heaven had a staircase, i could climb up,and if i could bring him back i would, and then i could end all of this pain.
Oh dear......
..................i've had too much time to think over the last few days- that's the flu for you.
SKYE STRACKE: THIS GIRL IS SO BEAUTIFUL.
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