I miss my father. (poem.)

ABOUT MY DAD WHEN HE DIED AND WAS ALIVE. true poem. i was 13yr old and he died of aids. my dad was so strong. but no one can fight aids away. he always knew i was the one. not sure what it meant but i dont care. im the one. last time i saw him was couple days b4 he died. wonder if i would have been able to deal with his death in person or if it was better to just get the phone call. i do not believe he is in heaven. he is just dead and waiting for god to bring him back to me. i do not believe in hell. not in the way its made out to be . hell is jus a grave a place forthe dead under ground. burial place a tomb. i love my father no matter what drugs he did or drinks he consumed . he told me he loved me and thats very important to me. i dont hearthat alot. my father was my father