Dad, I’m sorry. I love you. Its weird writing in the past tense when Im not gone yet.
I was your project. I could never stick to anything. Please don’t blame yourself though. this was entirely my fault. My idea. It was what I wanted. I loved danciong with you when i was little
but I’m not little anymore
I know you stay awake some nights wondering why I cant have a passion for fitness, a passion for my own health like you do.
Mom please know that I felt loved. I love you and Dad so much. More than I can put into words. More than I can […]