So it has been seven years now since my Dad passed away. I can't believe it. It has flown by. I hate the 17th of May and I always used to try and do something positive and meaningful on this day. Not today though.
So many things have happened since, but yet it still feels like yesterday. In and out of a long term relationship. A few holidays. Slightly improved on the guitar too. I can also now ride a bike.
I am currently paying rent-which I know he would have absolutely hated. Such is life. It is quite a normal thing to pay rent, but I know he would have wanted me to be in a much better place now. Yet I do keep dsappointing still. I don't know why.
It is weird how such a normal thing like going to the pub with my Dad and girlfriend would have been the most natural, simple and yet incredible thing in the world. And that is something that never happened nor will ever happen and yet people are doing this kind of stuff all the time. I never got to experience this.
I do wish that there was some kind of Afterlife or something just where things like this could happen. It's doubtful but who knows?
I'll see you soon. If there is. I will get the first round because I never did.
