This man meant the world to me. I wasn't his biological daughter but he raised me as his own. I came before any and everyone. He even put me before his son Mark. YES.! His biological son. I was his "Big Girl". He spoiled me rotten all the way to my core and loved me, spoiled brat & all. When he died...I died too. My world basically crashed and I had to start over. His selfish fuckin' mother flew his body to Philly & buried him there. I didn't get to attend a funeral service. No memorial. No repass. No nothing. My mom threw all of his belongings away. All the tapes we used to groove to while he sippped Christian Brother's Brandy & smoked his nasty smelling Marlboro cigarettes. Ugh.! I laugh because my mom would always tell him he needed to quit smokin' & he'd tell her to shut up. He'd say "I gonna die anyway. I might as well live doin' stuff that I enjoy doing". I smile at the memories we shared even though I am in tears right now.
Now you see that it is more than just a picture. It's the ONLY memory of my daddy that I have left. Wouldn't you freak out too.?
Look at that scratch on my eye brow.! Lol ROUGH |
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