It’s been 10 cruel months since I last laid eyes on my father … heard his voice … held his hand … looked into his eyes … kissed his face … rubbed his head … helped him eat & drink … watched him rest through his last night … whispering in his ear … that he was so brave …

My Daddy & Me

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grown butt breaking items acting a fool accepting no responsibility not understanding the concept don’t wanna learn walking away to never make adjustment telling his story to friend like him mother like him show down in somebody’s cafeteria for what no ice with much ice food stubborn fight living dead for the deads dead stuff nothingness no more