Two Years.
Two years ago today my dad passed away.
Every day I think about it. I still send him e-mails, because it makes me feel a little bit better, like I'm almost talking to him still; like he's just out of town or something. I still feel like something is missing.
I still feel like someday he's going to come back and everything will be okay.
Every day I think about it. I still send him e-mails, because it makes me feel a little bit better, like I'm almost talking to him still; like he's just out of town or something. I still feel like something is missing.
I still feel like someday he's going to come back and everything will be okay.