Time is something we all take for granted. It's just there. We expect tomorrow and the day after that. My father was the kind of guy who would move a mountain for a stranger. If you needed something he'd be there. His heart was way too big for his chest so he wore it on his sleeve. His memory is something that will live on well past the time that he was robbed of. He died on Christmas Eve of this year in the hospital. He was my partner in crime, if I needed anything he'd be there, we went to the toy sale in London recently. I didn't even have to ask if he was going, he just, weeks before, started planning the adventure.

It's Christmas Day, without him, his presents still wrapped under my tree, and trust me its hard as I am beyond broken. How do you keep moving forward when it's hard to breathe?
Rest In Peace Earl Robert Burleigh January 7,1959 - December 24, 2017
Please tell me life gets easier.