Wow, its still pretty hard to wake up on this day and think "huh...another year has come and gone, and hes still, well....gone"
i mean, yeah my dad was not the best person in the world. he was an addict, he smoke and drank, did shit that would eventually kill him...
but the fact that he was just....gone one morning...i don't know, its still really hard to believe it.
i can still remember the last thing he said to me, as i slipped out of his car to go back to my mom. we had just watched the movie 10000 BC, and i felt his hand settle on my shoulder. i remember turning and feeling his arms pull me into a hug and his gruff chin ontop of my hea