28 September 1981
Da's been dead two years today. Two years and they still don't know who did it or even why, except for the fact that he was a muggleborn wizard in a high profile position. Two fucking years and people are still dying. What's the point of it anymore?
Da's dead and he missed Alison getting married. He missed his grandson being born and he missed me getting married to Shannon.
It's been two years now and I keep wondering when I'm going to stop missing him. I want this to get easier, but at the same time, will I be a bad son if I don't miss my father a little everyday?
Good thing we have practice today. I need it.