Love is the strongest force in the world, even when it becomes hate it is still strong. Wrote something about this here on Medium MEMORIES: MY FRENEMY. I didn't do much to mourn my late dad as I should when he died. I thought I had to be strong for everyone; who was I fooling? No one but myself. Four years later, it was as though I had my dad's ghost over my shoulder. I could hear his voice singing in our morning devotions, I could hear the sound of his clap, his snoring. I nearly ran mad.

But the only way through anything is all the way right through it. Face it head-on it's the best you can do for yourself right?