11 years ago today you left this plane. Just internalizing that amount of time is crazy…I can’t believe it’s been that long. I miss the fuck out of you. And while I know this is everyone’s favorite time of the year, it’s my worst. Over the years I’ve grown to hate the holidays and tend to isolate. Removing myself from the celebrations and camaraderie, because it’s a triggering reminder of all that isn’t the same and will never be.
But slowly, I’m learning that even without your guidance through words and in the physical realm, I’m embodying the principles you gave me while you were here. I’m learning that sharing, staying vulnerable, and connecting with people in a meaningful way can allow me to celebrate this time instead of dreading it.
I remember seeing you lifeless, and in that moment I promised to live my life with purpose and meaning to never be guided by external bullshit, and to maintain radical honesty with myself and the people I love.
I love you, Daddy. I hope I’m making you proud. Continue to guide and protect me through this crazy thing called life…
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