I lost my dad when I was 6. He was never the greatest and was an alcoholic but he did love his kids. As a kid I blamed his death upon myself, wishing it was me instead of him. I lost the fear of death at such a young age and lost all my memories except his seizures,funeral and seeing him lose his memories while the cancer ate away at his brain. That fucked me up as a child and i always think would I still have all these mental health problems in my life if this never happened. I’m just waiting for the day I can see him again and I sometimes wish it would come sooner.
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