today me mom and hannah were talking about all the things we remember about you and all the memories. i miss every single one. like the one time you chased me around somerset parking lot and caught me because i fell on the ice all because something stupid and how i would push your buttons and tell you you couldn’t catch me because your limp/bad foot and i would make you chase me through the whole yard until you’d catch me and tackle me and we’d both be all out of breath or how me and dakota would be little assholes to you when you shattered your foot and took your crutches and wheelchair and made you hop around your apartment. i always remember getting jealous of anyone who took your attention from me. and i’ll never forget having to walk to grammas because you got kicked out of jenns and it was pouring rain and me and hannah had a million bags and you made the best out of the situation and banged on a window that had a sign that said beware of dog and started barking, i remember you getting to grammas and crying your eyes out because you felt horrible for doing that to us. i remember you always no matter where you were calling me for my birthday and telling me you loved me and you talked to me forever. and when i wanted a birthday party so badly you did it for me just because you spoiled me in little ways like that. and how you would always no matter what cut my meat for me no matter how old i was because i would never do it. i remember being sick at your house and sitting inside with you all day and watching the race and telling story after story and you just listening to me even though they were completely pointless stories. i remember when i would go months without talking to you and then i’d just come over one weekend out of the blue and you would act like it was normal. and how you would always tell me i was squirmy because i would do something wrong and when you tried to spank me i would squirm all around. i remember you always telling me i was queen of mean and i would forever have that title because i was a little brat and me always being proud of it. and you always would randomly show up home with mom and all us and i would never know how you convinced her to let you back in but you did. i still remember getting woken up to britt saying “daddys home and hes got a haircut” and i was confused but i just went with it and was excited to see him. and how you used to always tell me stories and i’d just sit there and listen for hours. and how i used to copy you or sit and watch you play video games and get angry. i took every single moment of that for granted and stayed mad at you for the longest day and then one day your just gone like that and all i have are the memories. i just wish i could have one more day to be able to actually say goodbye or try and stop you. you sure have missed out on a lot. but i know you’re up there looking down on me and are proud and i know im working on my grades! love you and miss you tons daddy!