99% of the time I'm able to function with a broken heart.
But, that 1% is enough to stop you in your tracks.
My heart broke into a million little pieces the day my dad died.
And I'm positive that I'll always have a chip on my heart, even if I manage to put it back together.
I bring myself to tears as I enjoy the memories
They may hurt like hell...
but it is all I have left.
This is my first year spending the holidays away from home.
Although - I am ancipating many new traditions, I'm still longing for old ones...
...what I would give for just another moment with him.