I was 7 years old when my father took his life. Earlier this month, the 4th to be exact, marked 20 years that hes been gone. I didnt say anything then because my mother had just passed away on the 1st, and things were a bit chaotic to say the least and my head wasnt clear enough to think of anything else. Anyways, when I was 7, before my dad passed away my mom introduced me to her friend Ronnie. Little did I know then, but after the loss of my dad, Ronnie or Buddy as I came to call him would step in and be the man to raise me, and turn me into the man that I am today. Growing up we never had much, but we always ate, we always had a roof over our heads, we always had clothes on our backs and blankets on our beds and all of that was possible only because of Ron. He worked long, hard days to provide a comfortable life for me and my mom and brother. He moved us out of the hood and into the suburbs and honestly, that saved my life. When I was 15 my mom left Ron and moved us back to the hood for her own selfish reasons and while I missed Ron everyday, I never saw him again. Life just, kept us apart. He died today. My dad died today. Its weird saying that, but thats what he was. He was my dad. I only called him that once out loud, but we both knew how the other felt. Such a weird feeling right now. Life is precious. Cherish every second. My only regret is that I never got to tell him how thankful I am for the love and life that he gave me. Without him, I wouldnt be here. I love you Buddy. Rest in peace. ♡
Posted on: Tue, 28 Oct 2014 05:44:30 +0000
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