Today would've been my Pops' 59th birthday.
I never would've thought in a million years that I would be, at the age of 23, living without my father. I guess you can say I took for granted the time we had because I just thought we would have more or it. I struggle with the fact that he's gone everyday, whether it's wanting to call and tell him how my day went or hearing some random piece of advice he always use to give. Nonetheless I think he prepared me well enough to live without him.
REST IN PEACE POPS!!
