B.A. [pt1]
I remember how things used to be. I remember him coming home. He would sometimes bring my siblings and I these orange sugared candies that came in clear bags. He would round us up in the living room and tell us a brain teaser. Who ever figured it out got a hundred bucks. No one ever figured them out lol. I miss that. Those were the good old days. I miss seeing him happy. Seeing the life in his face. Now it’s like a light switch turned off. His honey brown eyes lost their glow. I made my peace with the tragedy. But it still hurts. It hurts me to see him this way. I wish I could give him his health back. I wish I could redo my mistakes that upset him. I wish I could have made him happier. I’m just now making peace with my life. I am realizing what this is all about. I comfort myself by believing I still have time. Time to make it right. But I am too weak. He is everything a person could ask for in a father. It is crazy how we never know the value of a moment, until it has become a memory….