When you wake up from the state of suppression you become a part of the realization that he is gone.
Warping my heart around that was just as hard as writing this down.
I still remember the days where I was held all day by you while looking at the price is right.
I look up as I was being fed my bottle and you smiling down on me. Seems like yesterday.
I remember love.
A definitive love so profound, a love a father has for his child.