My Step-Dad, Russ Hensley, died on April 11, 2004. I miss him everyday.
Lately I miss him more than ever. I need him right now and he is not here.
Sometimes it is hard to let go and depend on yourself. Sometimes it is hard not to feel abandoned, like a lost child.
I know I am strong, but I still miss him with every inch of my soul. Sometimes my grief, even after five years, is so deep that it is paralyzing.
I love you, Russ. I hope you are somewhere peaceful and watching over me.