I miss you. And I know you won't see this, even though you know about this account and you used to follow it. You unfollowed it to focus in recovering. And that's good. But I miss you. And you don't care. And I need you. And you're not there. And I just wish we were still on speaking terms.
Feb. 26, 2006. I lost my daddy. 9 years but I'm still here, thinking about calling you up. But then I don't remember your number and then I remember you're gone. Elijah and Jazlyn would have adored you. I wish I could see your eyes light up at the sight of your grandchildren. I miss you.