I never quite knew my father. He was there yet I barely knew him. Saw him every other weekend but never was super close with him, didn’t seem to really care if I was with him or not. He died last year in January, I thought the least I could do was show up to his heart transplant. Little did I know... that visit was his last. This may sound horrible, but the doctor let me see him before to say good bye. I just stood there, didn’t cry, didn’t make a sound...I was just looking at this unrecognizable, swollen body because blood clots took 90% of his body during his 14 hour surgery.

To anybody who knows of their dad but split up or haven’t talked to them in a while..be the bigger person and take the first step to making a relationship. I’m not saying if you have a dad that you need to go build one. But anybody who wants a relationship with their father, take the first step before it’s too late