i don't talk about this often, but today, 27th of june, marks one year since my dad passed away. i don't think many people here know this, and i don't think anyone cares, i just felt like it was necessary to say and even get off my chest.
my dad was kind. he was kind in the way that he always put my feelings before his, he truly valued my opinions and encouraged me to do what i want in life.
my dad was annoying. he was annoying in the way that all dads were, he teased me about boys and he embarrassed me in front of everyone i knew but i still loved him nonetheless.
my dad was stubborn. he was stubborn in the way that he always wanted to do things his way, maybe it wasn't always the right way, but at least he lived his life on his own terms.
i wish he could see me now. i wish we could play mario kart or othello together for one last time. i wish i could give him a hug or tell him how much he means to me.
from one beautiful day to another, i know every moment would have been more magical if he was still here. but it is what it is, and i'm grateful for the time we got.
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