I was told after a year the pain would ease, but 7 years later its as painful as the day I was he was missing, as painful as the morning I was told he was found, and as painful as the moment I was told I would never see him again.

The one who was always so proud of everything I was able to accomplish, and consoled me for everything I could not.

The one who never stopped believing in me, even when I stopped believing in myself.

The one who would be there to tell me everything would be alright, even when we both knew full well it would not.

My safest place.

My closest friend.

This one goes out to you Dad, I'll never know why you felt you had to leave so soon, but I miss you, and wherever you go in the end, I'd like to think your missing me too...