Yesterday was the 19th anniversary of my dad's death. My mom died in February. They had a bitter divorce and my mom and I didn't have a great relationship. Yesterday was the first anniversary of my dad's death where I didn't have parents at all. I feel like such a little kid in a middle aged body. I'm alone, sad, and scared. Shortly before my dad died he said he never realized how much pain I'd been in and he had always told me things would get better because that's what he truly thought Now it's an additional 19 years and things still haven't gotten better. I know from the recent loss of my mom (and I'm still finalizing some stuff) that going through people's things is very time consuming. I have no one to handle my affairs when I leave. There is no one.


