I've always been known to wear my heart on my sleeves.
I would be bouncing off the walls whenever something had excited me
Or
I would be making a mess of my room, throwing things around to let out my anger.
However
Every time I cried, you were there to comfort me.
No matter how small or seemingly stupid it was, you always wiped away my tears.
Even if it was just about a toy that I dearly loved, but couldn't find.
Or
When I scraped my knee.
You were always able to make me feel safe and loved.
The kindest person I ever knew, I can't even remember a time I heard you yell.
Yet, when it came to it being me that needed to be the one to give you comfort, I failed
Not knowing the words to say.
Now your no longer here.
It's been six years now and I still think of you everyday.
I'm sorry I wasn't there for you like you were for me.
I miss you,
Dad.
