My dad died when I was 18. I could be in a better position than people that never got to meet their fathers but I just wish I had more time you know. Growing up I was quite close to my dad, I can remember some stuff and there’s pictures we took together. I should owe my love for music to him, I remember him playing Tracy Chapman when I was younger and I still listen to her music to this day, such memories are timeless and will always be a part of me. I used to cry a lot when I was younger and he would always tell me not to cry and fight back if anyone bullied me, that made me stronger and taught me to never let anyone take advantage of me. I wish he would come back on hug and me and assure that everything will be fine on my low days. I don’t think his really dead I just think he’s away somewhere and that he’ll be back soon. Wishful thinking it might be but it gives me some form of comfort. I don’t dream about him often, I wish I did because at least I get to talk to him and really see him. I can’t wait to be with him and hold his hand like I did and he would squeeze it back and I’d know that everything will be fine. My nephew was born a few months after he died and they share a name. I can’t wait to tell him all about his grandfather when his older. Letting this all out makes me feel a bit better. I have his eyes I know I have his eyes and I’ll always love music and I wouldn’t have known about greats like Ottis Redding if it wasn’t for him. Till we meet again daddy. I’ll always love you.