I felt so heavy...
My chest was so heavy...
My eyelids were too heavy too lift...
And so gave up on trying to lift them, so I left them closed.
Even with all the pressure on my chest, I felt this great big hole there. It felt like a there was a black hole there, that was dragging everything in.
Memories of my father played behind my closed eyes as if it was a movie.
How he drove me to my first day of school...
How he made me breakfast in our old kitchen...
How he cheered me on on my graduation day...
Him lighting candles on my birthday cake when I turned ten...
How he pulled me into his bed after mom left...
How he let me sleep with him for the first few months, so I didn't need to cry myself to sleep alone...
How he joked around in his office while I helped him out...
How he
