He's gone. The first man I looked up at when I was born. The first man I depended on. The first man I looked up to. The first man I loved. My dad is gone.
My greatest hero. Gone.
The feeling I have inside of me is unimaginable. The sadness is hidden, but its there. It feels that I have yet to grieve for him. Its been 15 days since he died. I still envision him being there at the kitchen table when I walk into his house. I keep thinking of things I want to tell him about. I keep remembering times we had. I search around me for clues from him. Pieces of him. Anything. But I get nothing.
Its hard to believe that he is gone. Its hard to believe that I will never see him again.
No more late night music sessions. No more 15 mph drives. No more Colorado stories. No more Johnny Rotten.
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