As the hours pass, memories do not fade

Tomorrow is the one year anniversary of my father's death.

I am neither happy nor sad. I am not angry or disappointed. I am.

I shed my tears over my father last year. Not over his death. But over the fact that he was not the man or father that he should have been.

I am worried, though, about how things will be around the house. For my sister and brother were still rather attached to the abusive man that was our father. And that man left behind quite a mess for my mother to deal with. Financially. It is a problem.

I feel as though I am the one that is supposed to fix everything. But I just don't know how...