Rise and Grind 
Today marks three years since my father has past. Time does not make it hurt any less. 

When I think about some of the things I miss, like his daily phone calls about ideas, his great stories, even how he would come to watch my band play and brag to his friends about the things I have done. 
I would give anything for my phone to ring and hear him telling one of his ideas. Even to simply hug him and hear him say “I love you son”

Guess what I’m trying to say is. Do not forget to tell someone how you feel or thank them for loving you.  

Tomorrow is not promised!

You never want to live life wishing you could have said all you wanted to, but lost the chance to.  

Much love 



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