For Him.
Dear Dad,
Diagnosed.
I am hurting. I do cry.
I am embarrassed, I don’t feel normal.
I want to feel normal.
I try to feel normal.
I want to live. I want to be free. I want to soar.
But when I fly, I risk the fall.
I have fallen.
I don’t want to again.
I try. I live. I laugh. I love.
I lived.
For him.
He died.
I tried. I couldn’t. I won’t.
I cried.
I lost breath, lost hope.
I got the letter and felt I couldn’t see.
Tears clogged up my eyes. My heart so broken I could barely stand.
I couldn’t see.
I couldn’t see it.
I let it ruin me.
I couldn’t let it ruin me.
For him.
He had lived.
I stood up.
I tried.
I fought for it.
I wanted it.
I dreamt it. Like he did.
I did it. I did it. I did it.
I lived it.
For him.
For you.
Love,
Your Angel