Its been 30 minutes, were eating at the kitchen counter, but were both watching the cake, that chocolate cake that he loved. I wonder how long it will stay there? One day passed, then two, I came home on the third, and it wasn't there anymore. Some how it felt like the day you left. Now were at the counter, staring at the coffee ***, that we refuse to touch. His memories crowd this house, even if he's gone.
Dear step dad- I don't think that title suited you, ever. You've been a mom a friend and most importantly a dad to me. You have helped me through a lot. the last day of your life, I wasn't there, I didn't walk through in the morning and say goodbye. The last week of your life I don't think I said hi once. I walked past and continued. now your bed is empty and the cake is gone. How I wish I could of said good bye