In my inner child mind, I remember my Dad being the best Dad ever, because he died right at the age when you start defying your parents lol. He worked two sometimes three jobs to keep food on the table and keep the ‘toys’ he loved, his boat, his truck, when I was younger a motorcycle. I hardly ever had any one on one time with him, but our mornings were special. He would be getting ready to leave as I woke up to get ready for school and most days I would go out and talk with him, about anything and everything. One thing he promised me once was boys would come and go from my life, but he would NEVER let any of them HURT me. He wasnt big in stature, well to me he was but in reality he was the height I am now about 5’6", but he did take martial arts for a long time and I believe he would have fought to protect me from the pain I am going through now. He knew sticks and stones could break the bones but words could break the heart. HE taught me that. HE taught me to be kind in words even if you didnt want to be. I live by that and I miss him every day. Some days I wish I was the who’d had the anyerism and that he’d lived because he was my Superman, andd until the anyerism hit, he was indesructable. Now he’s gone and all I have is the memories… I MISS YOU DAD!
!) and live life and don’t be too hard on yourself! Take care my friend…I hope all is well with you.