People have their own lives to live

I know and I understand that nobody cares.

But today at this moment in time, I find myself alone. 

It's been two years since my dad passed away.

People have their own lives to live. I am a part of these lives.

But are these people a part of my own life? My own feelings?

I don't think so. I shouldn't expect them to be so.  

Rest in peace dad. I'm sorry for being useless.