Carpe noctem!

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This man has been my hero for 21 years.

He witnessed almost ever possible moment that meant something to me. He saw me graduate from high school, drive my first car, play my first high school softball game, lose a state championship, and so many other things.

And I lost him to cancer at 8:35 p.m.

I want to hate the world. I want to hate disease, and treatments that didn’t do a damn thing, and half of my “family” for ignoring him for the last five years until it was too late. But mostly I want to hate myself for being 200 miles away when he was stuck in a hospital bed. I want to hate myself for not telling him how much I loved him every chance I got.

But I can’t, because I can hear him telling me how ridiculous I sound. And how I’m not the wimp that I’m acting like. And that our family members don’t cry over things we can’t change.

Anyway, I’m saying tonight, right now, how much I love the man that is in this picture; that I’ll miss him every day, and I hope I’ll make him proud.

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Ma & Pa Silo by Gordon _Iowa on Flickr.

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