I wrote this a few hours after going to the morgue to identify my fathers body. I will never forget how he looked. I will never forget how it felt to stand in that room with bile rising in my throat whilst answering inane questions.
I will never forget the hero that Mike was that day. He was my pillar of strength where I only felt darkness.
Numb. Cold. Unfeeling.
Hollow, no pulse.
Heart in my throat, still.
The silence that deafens.
Eyes closed against grief.
The touch that holds me as I crumble.
I miss you Daddy.