One year ago I lost someone I was very close to. Things didn’t end the way they should of, but that didn’t mean that I didn’t love or care about you. I thought about you often and wanted to reach out, but never got the chance to. The things I miss the most are the times spent with you and my mom. Like going to the casino, going to church; singing in the choir and afterwards enjoying bingo, and going to elder events with you and my mom. Even though you were only my stepfather, I considered you to be my dad. I will never forget the times we shared. I love you dad.
