I hate the month of May. The whole month is blue. It’s been four years since dad passed away, now it’s sort of easier to cope but there is a million other things going on which just sucks.
I wish dad was still here, because I have a million questions to ask him, from one adult to another. In the past I never knew much about his history and his problems. Some sensitive subjects were just not exposed to the kids. Well he’s not around anymore, so I’ll always be in the dark about some things from the past.
I really miss him. Too. Damn. Much.