I miss my dad, I keep texting him and begging him to come home. Like if I just try hard enough I can rewind time and he wouldn’t have to die. Sometimes I’m fine and I can joke about it, but sometimes it’s a struggle to even say the words “dad” and “dead” in the same sentence. This shouldn’t be my reality, I’m too young to have a dead parent. What if I could have saved him? What if I just didn’t try hard enough? There has to be a way to bring him back, I keep telling myself there is a way this all works out. I can’t accept that this is my life now. I want my dad.