February 2012
59 posts
“The son whines to his father, “You messed up my childhood!” And the father says, “How could I, son? I wasn’t even there”
It’s been 4 months now. One third of a year. And it’s only getting worse.
For all those times you stood by me.
For all the truth that you made me see.
For all the joy you brought to my life.
For all the wrong that you made right.
For every dream you made come true.
For all the love I found in you.
I’ll be forever thankful.
The song played at pops funeral.
Really missing you right now pop 💙
Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface, I don’t know what you’re expecting of me
