MY Father - MY Dad
After all this I made a realization. As you unfortunately know, my father died. He was consumed with his material worth and that was his downfall- it was to be expected. Still I can't believe he's gone, after selfish wishing through the years I finally know this isn't what I wanted. This isn't good at all. He's my father- I just am sad. That's the thing, my epiphany. Throughout it all and within your forever-flowing pages, I refer to the man as my father, my dad! I suppose that's all he ever was, not a friend or protector, just a relative. I'll go to the funeral. He always said that I looked ready for one. I may have hated him, but he deserves someone to mourn him.