Miss dad every day. He passed about a year and a half ago. Was outside working and a mosquito bit him, a week later he was being taken off the ventilator. West Nile Virus, it attacked his nervous system and he couldn’t breathe on his own anymore.

He wasn’t perfect, but he was mine. He loved me, and was always telling me how proud of me he was.

I think it hurts more because I’m adopted. Dad chose me. Specifically. I was his, and he was proud of that. I miss him so damn much.