Abigail

My father passed away from a drug overdose when I was in first grade. I didn’t know that he had passed away until I was older, then again I never really got to know him at all. Although I never really knew my dad, I still continue to miss and grieve the person I wish he was or pretended he could be. I wish I could’ve gotten to know the real him. If only I had been a little older, a little stronger. Dad, I miss you everyday. There’s a piece of you in everything I do; always.