This moment… was far too real. It’s been nearly eight years since my dad passed away and I’m still in this place.
I hate thinking about my dad. I loved him so much. He was my idol, my everything, and then one day he was gone. It’s been eight years and I still think it’s my fault. I still wonder if I could have changed everything.
I still can’t remember what my last words to him were, but I know they weren’t “I love you”… And I wish so, so much that they were.
Everyday who he was is in my thoughts and influences who I am. Gives me strength and comfort and reason to be. I remember so much, so clearly.
But I’m still afraid to truly think about you.
I’m so sorry.
I love you.