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I Miss My Dad

Hey Dad, remember when I was 11 and I had just learned in school what smoking can do to you? Remember how mad I got because you wouldn't stop smoking? I told you that I wouldn't talk to you until you stopped. I remember that didn't last very long because I couldn't stand the thought of not talking to you. Now I'm 25 and you're not here because you couldn't stop smoking. I wish I would've been stronger and not given up, maybe you would have quite smoking and you would be with me right now. This might sound cruel but luckily you were only sick for 3 months so you didn't suffer as much as other people have. Those 3 months are tattooed in my brain like you wouldn't believe. I look forward to the day that those memories get replaced with all the good memories I have of us. Even when you visit me in my dreams, they're never good dreams, it's mostly a replay of the bad times. It's been 2 years and a half and for some reason the pain has recently gotten worst. I think it hit me a couple of weeks ago that you're actually gone. My brain still can't process the fact that I will never see you again. Since the day you left I've felt this pain and anger inside and I still don't know how to handle it. There are some days that seem so unreal and nothing makes sense. I keep hearing that things should get better, I hope it's soon. I'm single handedly keeping your musical gene alive. Unfortunately I don't remember all the piano you taught me, but I've gotten really good at guitar and drums. You have to give me some credit, you know everyone else in the family is tone deaf. I even got a tattoo on my back for you. It's three music notes that spell out Dad. It's my way of taking you everywhere I go. You would love it. I'm sorry that I haven't gone to visit you. I know it's selfish but I can't bring myself to visit you knowing that I won't actually be seeing you. I promise that when I'm ready, I'll go visit. I love you and miss you so much. Maybe one day I'll wake up and this will all just be a dream.

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