|"Strange, isn't it? Each man's life touches so many other lives.|
When he isn't around he leaves an awful hole, doesn't he?"
I guess there's no real point to this post other than the fact is: I miss my daddy. More than usual. And I just want someone to give me a hug and tell me that it's going to be alright, that a girl can handle the rest of her life without her dad. But I feel like I'm just realizing now that he's not coming back. You know those stupid things you see on PostSecret and whatnot, about people who experience death at a young age not believing that the person who died actually died, but ran away or whatever? Yeah, I still secretly believe that. I still secretly believe that he's going to walk by down the street, or show up to my college graduation. I would forgive him for the pain he's caused me by leaving my family, because that's less pain than it is to realize that he's actually gone, now and for good. I still dream about meeting up with him again, and it's just weird to think about interacting with him. I haven't seen or talked to him since I was twelve years old. I don't even remember what it was like being twelve years old. I'm a completely different person now, and he doesn't get to see that until I die, which I really hope isn't for a long time. How fair is that? How fair is it that people get to live forever with parents and they dont realize how great they have it? Not at all. Sorry for the ranting.