mindless

It was around midnight and I just couldn't stop thinking about my father. He passed away in 98, from cancer. He didn't deserve it, but who does? He was a great man. Caring, decent, wonderful father who had the kind of spirit I only wish I could portray. If only I could have one last conversation with him, I would beg him to forgive me for being so mean to him and not spending enough time with him those last few years. He was so good to us. The kind of father half the world needs. How would I have turned out otherwise? But I can't always look to the past. I am determined to not let the same thing happen between my mother and I. I will not repeat the mistakes of the past. The future will be brighter. I will share my love.