Loss is such a hard thing to deal with even after all these years, idk how I can make it sometimes. I feel guilty for enjoying my peace when I know I can never see my father again, even if we never gotten along I still miss him. Even if I never liked him I still loved him. I hope he’s not watching over me because I am a disappointment and I’m bringing shame over his house, if he is watching me I hope he feels nothing but numbness so he won’t be disappointed in me.