Father's Day

Father's Day to me, means NOTHING. My father doesn't give a damn about me. He's drowning in his own guilt fest for not giving his all when it comes to his only daughter, which i can't blame him for. He makes no effort, no interest, and shows no love for me whatsoever. So who cares. Moving right along. Since my real father is nowhere to be found, i have to go upstate to visit the only father i ever really knew. Going to visit my grandfather's grave isn't going to be easy, but it's not that hard either. I feel like, if i don't do it NOW, then when am i gonna do it? Time is of the essence and shouldn't be wasted under any circumstances. I miss him and it's the least i could do. 5 days ago, made it exactly a year that gramps had died. Of course I'm not ready, but i miss him. Love him. And i can't let little things like that hold me back. If my gramma is strong enough then so am i. I mean it's the least i could do... since he's my father.

Well I'm heading out upstate. Happy Father's Day to all the REAL fathers out there!