15 April 2009


Just when I thought my world couldn't get anymore fucked up, it does.
He's gone.
He died.
This was not supposed to happen.
He was supposed to be there when I got my B.A. next year.
When I get married in a few years.
When I have my first child.
All of those things, he should have seen.

Like a child, I was naive.
I believed that life was eternal without being eternal.
I mean, he was there when I was born, when I lost my first tooth, when I graduated high school.
Why can't he be here for the rest?!

Then that evil serpent responds, "Do not resusitate."

I hate you!
I hate you!
I hate you!
Oh wicked one with the sharp sickle!
I hate you!
I hate you!
I hate you!

Papa, I miss you.
I love you.
Rest in peace. [o9.23.1942-o4.15.2oo9]

Love always,
Your Baby Girl.

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