I'm letting it go tonight. The anxiety. The broken dreams. The times we've kept it cool on the outside when we can still feel the rage and angry fuel burning the midnight oil on our fights and toils. You've meant so much to me I haven't been able to say, because I have no respect for Jack Daniels or any Russian water artist. I've fallen through the cracks in the floorboards just to maintain my sanity, and still you tested me as my guitar hands held onto the only wood I knew wouldn't break. You've pushed me over my boundaries just to pull me back and apologize, quelling my anger. And maybe I can only love you because I once knew the man underneath that whiskey.
But now you're sick in more ways than one. I've never thought about the world without you, and I promise that I'll never speak another bad word about you. I'm done talking shit about the man that went through more than that to create me, change me and strengthen me. Forgive me. Because I've forgiven you. And if these unfulfilled wishes outlive you, at least know that I began a wonderful life by your side. I am eternally grateful to you, and I'm proud to carry your name for the rest of the world to remember. All I can pray for is that you remember the world as you leave it, and that no matter how much we hurt each other, that you look down on me smiling.
Get better, dad.
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