Still not over my dad daying
EDIT - Yes I realised I made a typo in the title, before some smart-arse wants to crack a joke.
It's been over 2 years since he passed, and I'm still here breaking down like an idiot. I'm quite young, I was only 21 when it happened and I had barely finished university (it happened right before I graduated).
I just don't know when it's ever going to start to feel "normal", and I don't know how to deal with it. I'm not much of a believer, and the thought I'm never going to see him ever again just fills me with despair and makes my worldview about life so bleak. It's to the point where it actually puts me off having kids myself, just because I don't want to do this to my kids.
The only thing he ever cared about was our happiness as a family. It's so fucking unfair how some bastards get to live so long while he died young.