last night i had a dream that i was in a graveyard looking at my father buried in the ground. i’d swear that i could hear him tell me he was sorry and everything has changed
I lost my father to his demons on March 9th, 2009. He was 50 years old.
My dad was a pretty cool dude. He was tall, handsome, very funny, had the deepest voice out of anyone I’ve ever met (besides my brother), and had this really charming way about him. I miss him, even though he had a lot of demons and made my life quite difficult and challenging. He had the best smile. The best laugh. He loved me. If he could have, he would’ve done everything in his power to make everything right for me.
The day after Father’s Day is generally more depressing than the actual day, but I’m doing my best to think happy thoughts and remember the good things about him, and not the sad things.
Miss you, dad.