Dad, you know? If I got the chance to sit with you one last time, I wouldn't talk about silly things, like my graduation, gown, or flowers. I wouldn't talk about basic, ordinary life things, like wanting to go out, asking you to take me to my friend's house, or asking you for favors. I wouldn't even just tell you how much I love you or miss you.
I would tell you how lost I am without you, and how nothing has been in its place since you left me—not even myself. I forgot how to be sad over the silly, minor things in life. I forgot how to cry over normal life struggles. I forgot how to feel sad about my own feelings. I feel nothing anymore but sadness and pain because you are not here.
I realized it yesterday when I was all alone, crying because I started to forget what your voice sounds like. Then, I had a moment where I thought about everything that has happened since you left, and I realized that I've been hurt a lot by people but I didn't cry. I only cry for you now.
I hope you are doing well up there, my soulful.