Dad
I stood, silently examining the features of your face, trying to etch them into my memory as you lay in the basement of the funeral home. Knowing I wasn't going to see you again, I didn't want them to fade.
We weren't always on the same side of an argument, and this time, I knew I'd lost; you were going to get the last word on this one.
Loving you wasn't always easy. It often seemed that you'd prefer I didn't, though I knew in my heart that it only seemed that way.
I'll miss getting upset at you, Dad.
- Category: General / Misc
- Tags: family, dysfunction, father, dad, death, loss, grief
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Jason Mott over 5 years ago
Thank you, Drew. We lost my father unexpectedly on the 17th, and though our relationship was a complicated one, I just wanted to try to put into words some of my many feelings about him.
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shaun about 4 years ago
Isn't it a sadness that situations such as this are all too common. Very moving.
