Your Joy

Your Joy

Every now and again it hits me pretty hard that my daddy’s gone.

I’m still dealing… but I realize it’s alone – because bringing it up to my mom makes her grieve… and bringing it up to my brother brings apathy. I do miss the part of him that I liked. Which in hindsight was a few things. Not a lot… but they were really like able. It was just so long ago…

I remember just wishing i knew him better so I could like him like everyone else did.

I find myself still wishing that.

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