Well, it's my birthday.
Yesterday (Saturday) I went to Ohio with my friend Steve. (yes, we have the same names)
Before we left, he went to visit his mum's grave stone. I just watched as he laid next to her for a minute, he kissed the ground and her grave stone. I get the feeling that something big changes inside a person when one of their parents dies, but I forget how I was before the age of 7.
I miss my dad so much. I am just heart broken, I'll never see him again. It's just a pain that I can't describe, it literally rips me apart inside. I know we all have to say goodbye some day, but why didn't I even get to spend some of my childhood with him. Why didn't I get to argue in my teenage years. Why don't I have the memories I want so badly?
If there's a birthday present I'd want more than ever, it'd be to see my dad for just 1 minute. To just see him, in person, and tell him that I love him. And that I'm so, so sorry, that he had to leave. That he didn't get to meet my wife, or his beautiful grandchild Charli. That he has missed out on so much.
I guess that's all.
** Has recently given up losing weight after realising that with an ass the size of his, physics probably has a law against reduction in mass. Kind of like a black hole, except every now and then it expels some gas. ** |