and he found himself far away
in a field that felt like forever
and he walked towards the warmth
of the sun in that field,
at peace, a smile on his face.
but in this realm,
he is slumped over his seat,
the morning sun streaming
through the driver-side window,
already gone.
my first crossroad came to me
when I was hardly thirteen,
and it was there I was split in two:
the me that had her family intact
and the me that I became.
but I wouldn't trade any of it
if it means my dad is content
at peace; sober; smiling.
I miss his laugh the most,
and I hate that I can't remember it.

this wasn’t supposed to be about my dad, but I guess it is now. #DeadDadClub