He’s My Daddy and I’ll Talk About Him if I Wanna
I pissed off the internet for daring to talk about my dad.
This year will mark 14 years since my dad died. The passing of time has been strange, as it’s a bit oxymoronic. I’m not as sad as I was when he initially died, yet I don’t miss him any less. I’ve grown into my own in his absence, and that is bittersweet.