It’s honestly just dawn on me that my fondest memories growing up all involved my dad and I. I just have bad memories of my mom and I as a kid. She would always say no to me and my dad would always say yes to me. My dad growing up bought me my first football, my first bat and glove, my first soccer ball and basketball, even my first hockey stick, even my first roller blades and bike. Yeah I was that kid growing up. No kid my age could keep up with me and I always hung out with kids who were older than me. It feels as if ever since my dad left me as a young adult I lost a piece of who I am. I feel like if I ever get the call that my dad passed away I’d breakdown and cry and to be honest if my mom dies I don’t think I would feel the same idk. I guess only time will tell what my reactions would be when that happens.