Dear dad.
I hate being at work. I feel guilty for leaving mom home a line with my brother. I hate that it feels like Iâm just borrowing your truck for the night and youâll be waiting to take the keys for a Home Depot run in the morning. I hate that this is the first step in trying to âgo back to normalâ because nothing will ever be normal again. Itâs not okay. I hate that people keep saying that. Itâll never be okay without you. And I hate that I have to learn to live with that.
I love you and I miss you endlessly.













