Dec 01, 2005 07:01
He's gone.
My middle name holds him with me always.
It's my last day of classes and I wont be there.
I'm exhausted, depressed, and overwhelmed with everything i have to do for finals when all i want to do is crawl into a hole and be able to cry because my papa is passed.
My mom is a wreck. She is guilt ridden and blaming everyone for nothing. No peace to be found inside her.
Grandma, please take care of him for me and know that I am forever in debt for all of the love and support you both gave me throughout the years. There is no way i could have done it without you two. I'll try to make you proud in the ways i know how.
love.
the end.