Hey everyone

A lot has changed since I last posted a journal on here. I went home got a job and passed the hours working to save some money for uni the next year. For over seven months everything was going great until I had the carpet ripped from beneath my feet and I ended up in limbo for nearly three months.
My father was in an accident and ended in hopsital with serious head trauma. For the last three months my family and I pulled together what was left of our lives and try to keep moving forward despite this hole in our hearts where my father had been.
Despite being still alive the man who was my father had evaporated before my eyes and the man in his place was a stranger. Still not showing signs of recognition I know that my father will never be the same, that my life, myself and my family have all been changed by the experience. We are still changing because the pain is yet to disapear and something inside of me knows that it'll never quite go away I have been wounded and no matter how much time has passed, I know that the scars from that day in August will remain.

Direktor