me and daddy
not sure location/ about 1970
My father died 5 years ago, give or take a day. He was not the kind of dad every kid wishes they had, not by a long shot. It could have been worse- he never beat me or sold me for drugs or anything like that. He just decided one day he did not want us. Not any of us. He chose the local tramp instead. It makes me sad that his life ended the way it did- very lonely and dumped in a nursing home where he decided to stop eating or even getting out of bed. I think he knew we were there when he died. I hope he did. And I also hope he knew he was wrong. I will certainly never know. Peace, Daddy........
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