papa :(

i miss my dad. it's conflicting coz' when he was alive there were times when i avoided him, we had a lot of issues. there were moments when i felt i was always letting him down no matter how hard i tried he always found a fault in me. now that i think bout it maybe he was just pushing me to become someone better.

i miss him now. a lot.

i remember the last day he was ok, we had our gradparents over at our place, family lunch. he was so happy. Papa was like that, he could light up your life when he was in the mood. and he was in his element that day.that was the last time i saw him in good shape, the next time i saw him he was lying in a hospital bed..

Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.
Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle
But Ive come to understand.
There was always love in Daddy´s hands.