I stopped coming around here before my dad passed, but it was extra hard when he did. Slowly but surely, i'm getting myself totally back from all the shit I went through, and I figured it was high time I returned home.
But it's hard. I have messages from him here. I didn't think this would still feel so raw.
I messed up so much, and lost friends, and didn't reach out, and have a lot of things I may need to explain to some folks around here...but somehow I think I'm finally home, and it's gonna be okay.
I loved my dad very much, but I missed tons of time with him. Somehow I think he's still here though.