January 2007
Sadness.
My dad. My heart. He’s gone. It happened at 2am today.
I barely knew him. I wasn’t there for him when he needed me. I’m a shitty daughter. I only made time for myself… never him. I’ll never get to know him the way I wanted. I’ll never get to spend time with him. And he laid in that cold hospital bed. Tiny. Helpless. Clinging to life. And I was here in Berea,...