Wildleaf

It has been 2 years since my dad passed away. It was a heart attack and brain aneurism in the middle of the night on May 14th, 2005. I was in shock for the week before his funeral, and it wasn’t until the day I viewed his corpse that I thought I had fully accepted that my father was dead.

Keep in mind; this was not one of those fathers that you grew up with tossing the football around. I barely knew him most of my life. It wasn’t until I was 18 that I began to realize who my father was to me. And even then, he wasn’t someone that I look back on fondly. I don’t dislike him. I love him. But his death leaves me, even now, with a cesspool of undefined emotions.

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