Billy-Bob

In honor of my father....My dad was a great guy. Sure he had his flaws but who doesn't?! I mean really, no one is perfect, not even close. My dad was found dead recently in his own home by his own family. I loved him a lot and sometimes I don't think he really knew that. It's been a difficult time lately because I'm angry with him but I still love him very much. I'm moving now and I can't even imagine what it will be like once it hits me that my dad is dead and I won't be seeing him anymore. I feel like I may be in shock at the moment, and that scares me. My family worries that I'll turn out like him....and my grandpa...and great grandpa....and....well the list goes on. As much as I would like to believe I'll never be like them, my mind wanders if one day I will do what they did....I'm scared. I hope that my dad is happier dead than he was alive because all I really care about is that he got what he wanted and that was to permanently get away from all those who loved him. No matter how I feel about this situation and the hell that comes with it, I hope that he knew when he took his final breath that I loved him and always would. And I hope and pray to God that he loved me too. Its the only comfort I have.