Dad

Dad passed away almost a month ago. 10 days in the ICU and finally pulled off the breathing machine. I don't know exactly what I ought to feel, but it doesn't seem like it's much.

He did provide a good environment for me to grow, a roof and food. But I still haven't felt confident enough to shut my mouth and just see his good sides. He did a lot for me that I somehow just seemed to take for granted. As if he owed me. Yeah yeah, my mom may have flavored my outlook too but I can't keep looking for people to blame.

If I'm going to change, I'm the only one that can do it. Nobody else.