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Veteran
My father died 7 years ago to this day. He was an alcoholic and his liver gave out. We didn't have the typical alcoholic father son relationship. The kind where he is a piece of shiit and you hate him, nah we didn't have that. I didn't respect him because I always thought he was a weak man. Wasn't the best at providing because most of his money went toward alcohol. Never really tried to help himself or allow us to help him. But I did love him. I admired qualities about him. He was calm through the most intense situations. Before their divorce he would treat my mom with respect for the most part. He understood the little details about you. He just wasn't a real man. He came close to destroying our family and never seemed to take notice. I would have had more respect if he understood who he was, but there was always a false belief within himself.
When he died and was buried I did not shed one tear. It just felt like losing a regular friend. Each year I go to his grave and sit for about 30 minutes. But this year I cried all day thinking about him. It's like all the emotion I should've had rushed and hit me today. I soon realized he taught me a lot. Both of how to live and how not to live. Even though he was weak I still had that fear of him. Which made me realize the importance of having a father figure in your life, good or bad.
Brehs with seeds out here, get in their life man even if you ain't shiit.
When he died and was buried I did not shed one tear. It just felt like losing a regular friend. Each year I go to his grave and sit for about 30 minutes. But this year I cried all day thinking about him. It's like all the emotion I should've had rushed and hit me today. I soon realized he taught me a lot. Both of how to live and how not to live. Even though he was weak I still had that fear of him. Which made me realize the importance of having a father figure in your life, good or bad.
Brehs with seeds out here, get in their life man even if you ain't shiit.
