I thought about telling you I loved you, hoping I could make you feel better. I hoped for a chance to talk to you again, waiting for that day my phone rang and I'd be happy to pick it up.
You're the reason for my sadness. You're problems are my priority because you can't handle them without some help. I tried to make things right, I tried to help as much as I could. But, you took advantage of my good heart and you lied to me over and over again. Fathers are not supposed to lie. They are supposed to be the strong, leaders of the house. Instead I'm forced to spend the rest of my teenage years with the two people I have the least in common with. Dad, you were my light. You were my best friend. My energy. You were my hero and above all, you were always there to hold me while I cried. I've been crying alone lately...Too often may I add. I miss fishing on the boat with you. I miss snorkeling and roller blading and biking and hiking with you. I miss the days when you woke up and decided not to take your medicine. I miss those days when you would dance around the house singing Elvis and banging on pots and pans. I miss when you would wrestle with pongo. I wish we could have those days again. Where you would wake up and watch cartoons. I wish the old days could come back. I wish for so many things, even though I know that this one wish is one never to come true. Because... you made your choice dad... and it wasn't your family.
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