I miss my Dad (agnostic son remembers his atheist father)...

July 10, 2007. It was a Tuesday. I got the phonecall. Maybe you've been there, maybe not. I guess I will never forget that shitty little hotel room my construction crew was leasing, 16 hrs later I was home again. LSS (long story short), it was five years ago today. I really want to go to church, I can't because I know church doesn't exist. I will never have another chance, I will never have another chance, I WILL NEVER HAVE ANOTHER CHANCE to hang out with my dad. Today I understand the deists, there are times when irrationality is far preferable to reality. The only comfort I take is; when 2moro comes I will once again be my father's son. For now: I hang my head with sorrow and shame, I would give anything to have him here again. Forgive me you noble hearts, my weeping will pass and when it does, I will stand again as a man among men.