Long story- sorry
My dad passed away in 99, growing up, we spent many afternoons in the American Legion, as my dad was commander of the post for quite some time. My dad's life revolved around that legion, he was in the color guard, and was there for everything that happened at the post. As I got older, in highschool I would stop in the legion on friday and saturday nights to see my dad, since my parents were divorced and I lived with mom. They were like a second family to him.
I have not been in the legion since the night after my father passed. I went in to see a bunch of his buddies, and pass along some things that my dad had left for me to tell them etc.
Last night, I was out with some friends at a bar across the st from the post. They all wanted to go to the legion, and I said okay without even thinking about it really. We started to cross the street, and I was overcome with anxiety. I could not go in the post. I can't really explain how I felt, but I ended up going back across the street to the original bar, with the explaination to my friends that I just cant go in. They understood, but should I make myself go?? I dunno I dunno....
Maybe its because the anniversary of dads passing is coming up in 2 weeks that made it so obviuos to me that I couldnt go in there.
What do you think?
Brandy
My dad passed away in 99, growing up, we spent many afternoons in the American Legion, as my dad was commander of the post for quite some time. My dad's life revolved around that legion, he was in the color guard, and was there for everything that happened at the post. As I got older, in highschool I would stop in the legion on friday and saturday nights to see my dad, since my parents were divorced and I lived with mom. They were like a second family to him.
I have not been in the legion since the night after my father passed. I went in to see a bunch of his buddies, and pass along some things that my dad had left for me to tell them etc.
Last night, I was out with some friends at a bar across the st from the post. They all wanted to go to the legion, and I said okay without even thinking about it really. We started to cross the street, and I was overcome with anxiety. I could not go in the post. I can't really explain how I felt, but I ended up going back across the street to the original bar, with the explaination to my friends that I just cant go in. They understood, but should I make myself go?? I dunno I dunno....
Maybe its because the anniversary of dads passing is coming up in 2 weeks that made it so obviuos to me that I couldnt go in there.
What do you think?
Brandy
I can not bring myself to my Granparents grave for all the money in the world. I hope you find your answer.
