Two years ago I got a call that destroyed me. Two years ago I said goodbye. I wish I could say I handled your death better. But I didn’t I went down a road of drunk mental illness. I still have days where I miss you. And god knows there are days I hear you laughing when I do something stupid. I hope your proud of me know. Thought I went down a dark road that almost made me join you. I’m am trying every day to be the better man you saw in me. Know I love dad and will always inspire to be better like you taught me to be.
