My dad passed away today. He was 72. I loved him dearly. He was one of my closest friends.
My dad always treated me with respect. If he didn't approve of my life choices, he never said anything about it. He just accepted me for who I was, flaws and all.
This isn't eloquent and I'm not sure I can be for a while. It's too sudden and I'm too close to it. I just know I miss him and wish this whole horrible situation hadn't happened.
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