My dad was awesome. The most noble, kind, intelligent and gentle man I ever knew, he was always on my side and always fully believed that I will find my way. He always made that clear, and even though he hasn’t been around for a while, his absence obvious in everything. Many would think of this as a bad thing, however I see it as a constant reminder of what I need to become. It became obvious to me one day while walking to Pedro’s Tacos with Justine that she doesn’t have a dad and nor do I. I have never had such a surreal realization in my life. My dad is dead and nothing can replace him. Of course I am thankful for all the friendships that have been formed over the past two years and all the support our family has gotten, but I have been left with a unshakeable feeling that there is something missing. I know that my dad believed in me so I hope I can be one tenth of what he was.
Thank you and goodnight.