I’m not angry with the world or disheartened by it’s evil. I haven’t become jaded to the reality that life isn’t fair, I haven’t flocked to god for comfort although I he believe he’s there, I haven’t pushed my own hurt into this already broken and dying world, but I haven’t tried to save it either.
I have felt with my pain and still do every day when I see his face on the only picture, I have and I see my reflection as if I’m staring in a mirror. I see an older me with a young boy cradled In his arms and I see the man I have become. I have surpassed by father in almost every way.
I hope he would be proud of the man I am today and it’s taken me years to find my own way and I hope one day I’ll have a son and a daughter the same as him but I pray every day that I’ll be able to be the husband my father never got the chance to be and I swear if I can help it I’ll be the father I briefly got to see.