Its crazy how time won't stop, pause, or just slow down a bit.. Time just keeps rolling, and this year feels like a blur... Tomorrow is 1 yr ago I said goodbye to my bestfriend, my hero, and my dad. As i sit here typing and looking at my shot of 1800 tequila I'm gonna have for him. I was gonna go dark with this post. Mostly because of the pain I have inside me. However, after i erased a paragraph i decided i will tell a story about him.
When I left to basic training for the Army my dad barely talked to me. At his age he was tired of raising kids, and i gave him nothing but headaches with staying out late, partying, being a douchy dick kid... After being gone for what felt like a lifetime as a 19 yr old that never left home before, i came back with excitement to see my parents. I got off the plane and walked down the hallway and saw my dad standing there with a tear in his eye. Same slacks, and pink, white, and blue striped long sleeve shirt he seemed to always wear. My dad was not a very open emotional person, but at that moment he saw me, hugged me, and told me he was happy to see me. That moment, as little as it was meant the world to me. As hard as he was, he let me know he missed me. ·
Basic was 3 months... Everyday my heart feels like those 3 months i was gone. Im proud to be his son, im proud of who he molded me into. I love you pops! -heres to you, thank you for raising me, making me into a man, and loving me unconditionally. Till I see you again.