One of the biggest misunderstandings people have when I am sad about my dad is that, I’m more devastated that I got left behind and I have to live a whole lifetime before it doesn’t hurt anymore. I’m not sad he died, his life would have been miserable. I just wish I didn’t have to know what life was like without him.

I really wish that I had someone with big strong arms to lay in bed with and them squeeze me when I need it and rub my back or just lay there while I play on my phone. Also someone who will go get pizza and ice cream with me and just overall make me feel safe again. Make me feel like it’s okay to live.