At the End of October.

I lost my father last October.

It was scary.

It was like,

I lost everything.

I wish I could have another conversation with him for hours.

We loved to talk about things,

about how cruel world could be.

Yes, we loved to share our thoughts.

He was a soft guy.

A loving father,

a gentle father,

a man so patient I could cry on.

He was not that type of guy who shouts when he was angry.

He didn't like to talk in a high note.

He didn't talk when I was angry.

He preferred to scream in silence.

I'm a hard person to handle.

But he made me easy to love.

I had anger issues,

and he showed how to control myself.

He knew his daughter noticed everything.

So he acted like nothing happened.

He knew his daughter had problems.

So he gave himself to talk about her daughter's favorite things.

He was different.

That's why I love ocean and sea mammals.

He's the reason why I love dinosaurs,

and sci-fi movies.

He loved his wife,

he loved his kids.

We were everything to him.

So did him.

He taught me everything.

He showed everything.

He answered every question.

He loved me that much.

If I could whisper in his ear,

And say, "I love him you so much,"

I would do it every day,

Until his ear bleeds.

But he left already.