My dad passed away last year due to Covid. I banked for emotional support from some of my age-old friends. Surprisingly, most of them didn't turn up. My girlfriend was one of them. She lives nearby and when I get to pass by her house, I every time recall memories that she, my dad, and myself have shared and feel very disheartened. I make myself understand every day that I don't have to break down, that I can still keep myself smiling. My entire life has been through plenty of ups and downs. Still, I haven't lost hope and faith in myself. Life has taught me the lesson of fighting back and now I am seasoned enough to understand the pain of anyone seeking emotional support. Let's connect.