Daddy,

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Daddy,

as selfish as it seems.

I don't want to go on

without you.

I remember when

you were in the ICU

and I was only then 11.

Talking loud, not saying much.

You said, "How am I supposed to live without my life?"

You were talking about me,

Karma's a bitch- right ?

I'm sorry I haven't given you

much to be proud of.

I'm not so proud of myself, either.

I know it's been 8 months

but I'm still not fine.

Because your toothbrush

should still be by the sink

and honestly

so should mine.

Sometimes I make myself believe that I killed you

but my heart knows that isn't true.

You were sick

now i'm sick.

Daddy, I miss you.

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