At 5:43, on June 24th, 2013, my Dad died after battling a brain tumor for over 6 years. I'm coming up on three years after that. I was 16 when he died.

It's okay that he's gone though. In the 3 years since, I've seen my family get closer, my friends be more supportive, and long lost connections be reestablished. But I miss him like hell

To this day, I still see news and think about telling him about it. I learn things that he would've loved to chat about. I go on dates and meet wonderful women he would love to know. I graduate and he's not there. When I get married, he won't be there. When I have kids, they won't have a Grandpa to love them.

I have a hole in my life.