“That sinking feeling when you’re not yourself: searching for a reason for some kind of help, but all that comes is empty promises and feeling anxious and useless. Then, when I’m my worst, comes someone who I don’t deserve.
I’ll call her destroyer, and I’ll destroy her. If you never had the chance, sing hallelujah.”
Hallelujah.
The secret to happiness.
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Today marks 7 years that my Papa has been gone. It’s hard to believe how much time has really passed and realizing the changes and growth my mom, my brother and my life has been through. From heaven, to hell and back. I could say I wish he could see us now but I know he already does. He is proud of our decisions; our failures and successes. I like to think of what he would say or the face he would make or his voice and it gives me comfort in his absence. I never felt the need to be perfect or be frightened of making the wrong choice. I knew he would be supportive no matter what road I chose, even as young as I was. I have the same impression towards my dad. That’s why I miss them both so terribly. So today I remember them both and appreciate their life and all the life lessons they seem to still give me to this day. Everyday I wish they were still here and then my mind asks itself if I would be who I am or if I would be better or maybe even worse. I can never know the answer. All I know is that I miss them everyday and wish things could be different but know they are this way for a reason whether or not I’ll ever know why. Seize the day or die regretting the time you lost. It’s empty and cold without you here, so many people to ache over. I see my vision burn, I feel my memories fade with time but I’m too young to worry. A melody, a memory or just one picture.
Rest in peace
Shine a light and guide me back home.
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