think, think, think.

There’s moments every single day i’m hit with realizing you’re gone. That I won’t be coming home to you singing the kareoke. That I won’t be seeing your name on my phone calling me. That I won’t see you come outside while i’m sitting on the hill in the backyard to suit up and play basketball. That I won’t hear you pronounce starbucks “Star-Bawk” when you ask me to go there with you. That I won’t hear you ask me if I want to go to rubios so you can order your favorite salmon burrito. That I won’t hear your truck pull up and hide to scare you because I knew you were home. That I won’t get to talk to you about how mocong ma&ec can get. That I won’t be chased around the house with tickle fights. That I won’t see you freeze in one place when I open the front door then jump behind the couch as if I never saw you. That I won’t see you run in slow motion to make things seem more epic. That I won’t get to talk to you about the funny things, the serious things, the sad things, the everyday things. That I won’t be given anymore advice from you regarding love, friendship and love. That I won’t hear the knock on my bedroom door, you opening it, saying goodnight-sweetdreams-i love you then blowing 10 kisses with alternating hands every single night. That I won’t get to hug you. That I won’t get to kiss you.

All of those things, no matter how small some might be, I wish there was some way to get them back. I’d do anything to get to spend another day with you, another hour, another minute. Living off of memories, I never thought I would need to do that..

But i’m so very thankful for each and everyone of the memories you gave me dad. How I wish I could make more with you, but I am blessed that I got to spend 21 years of my life, with the best mocong daddy in the whole world.