So it’s father’s day across the nation.
Today is also the day that 4 years ago my best male best friend…my 1st male best friend was murdered. he was a father, he was a dad, he was a husband, he was a friend. but now he’s gone. i miss him truly every waking moment of every day and every minute of every hour. i wish i could bring him back. i wish i could go to him and tell him to not go to that poker game, to stay home, or better yet, to hit the road and come see his bestie who was 6 hours away. he’s still be here. i would be able to call him. to hop on a plane and see him, to hang out like we always did.
his daughters would be able to bring him gifts, wake him up with breakfast in bed, and he’d get a little something special for the night. i’d have more pictures of us together. he would have been able to attend my 2nd college graduation. he would have been able to see me off as i moved onto this journey i am not undertaking. but alas, he is not here.
he is buried 6 feet under the ground.
