I lost all fear of dying after my Dad died. At first I thought it was a strange depression or sadness. A bitterness at the world.
Over time I thought it was just the accepting of the inevitable. Why fear what you can’t stop?
Then, after a few years, I thought I was brave because he was inspiring to me. I’m not afraid of anything anymore. Since the day he died I haven’t felt fear.
But now I know it’s just because I want to see him again.
My father’s teachings and sacrifices shaped my philosophy on life. I honored him in everything I did.
To my father: Rest In Peace.
I have your name and your heart.
We fight till the end.
Tates do not give up.
- Tate
They say those we love don’t go away, they walk beside us every day. When I remember my dad, he’s still living the same old life he always did, still doing the same things.
Some might call it delusional, but it gives me peace.
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