i lost my dad when i was seven. people always say "you must not remember him huh?" wrong. i remember everything! his face. his voice. his smell. they say everything happens for a reason, and there were times where i doubted this. i only had seven years with my pops, that never seemed enough. but i understand it now. you gotta go when you gotta go. ALTHOUGH my dad might not be here for a lot, i have a great family who supports me, who stands by me, and they do everything in their power to act as my dad in whatever ways possible, without stealing his place. & they did a good job.
MY MOM IS A SOLDIER. she's the strongest person i know, i don't know how she maintained raising three kids by herself while losing the love of her life. she's given me everything i could ever ask for, and plus some, without spoiling me to shit. she taught me that everything comes from working hard and keeping your head straight. & i'll never be able to thank her enough for that. my brother & my sister have both been in my life as teachers, as friends, as family & they got it all from my mom and dad. & they are the greatest four people to ever step foot into my life. i didn't have two parents, i got four.
i might complain a lot, actually.. i complain a lot.. but having/had these people in my life makes me realize that in actuality i have absolutely nothing to complain about. they've made me laugh when i thought crying was my only option. they've bailed me out of sticky situations. they've picked me up when i was stranded. they've loved me, they dress dope, they're good looking, LOL WHAT?! THEY ARE! they're really the illest people i know. SO THIS DAY, this entry, is for them. i will dedicate my whole life to my family, cause they dedicated all of theirs to me. THANKS. i'm too lucky. i love you:)
