I was just having a normal Tuesday. Nothing special. We have to give our students practice test questions every day. We have to review them, grade them, then record the percentage of correct answers on a spreadsheet. We do this Every.Single.Day. Three times a day, too, since we switch classes. Blah. Anyways, I was calculating today's percentage in my last class- just kinda daydreaming as I did it. It only takes a minute.
And it apparently takes less than that to sidesweep me into a state of sadness. Utter, deep, deep, devastating sadness. While I was calculating, a thought popped into my head, "I haven't talked to Dad in forever. I need to call him when I get off."
UGGGHHHHH. It broke my heart to remember. I started crying, and by all means, I was trying my best to control it and not the let the tears fall down my face. After all, I was in front of my sixth graders. But I couldn't control it. Y'all, nothing is worse than that feeling. Remembering, "Oh! That's right! I won't ever be able to call him and hear his voice again." UGGGGHHH. IT IS THE WORST. I don't want to forget again because then I'll have to remember.
I miss you, Dad. I want to talk to you so bad. I love you. With all my heart.