when you’re gone

I lost someone today.

It's odd how we never understand the value of a person until their gone.

When I was little he would listen to every single word I said, even if he had no interest or didn't have a clue on what I was talking about.

He loved me unconditionally.

When I was little I wanted to be a fashion designer. I had these little paper sheets of bratz dolls and I would draw on outfits. I had over 100 and he still sat there and let me show him every single one.

When I was little he took a lot of naps. I would want to play and he was a lite sleeper. He would pretend he was sleep walking as he did silly things to make me laugh.

When I was 15 I had a Quincenera. He traveled 15 hours just to come for the weekend. He pulled me aside at the party and told me that because my father was not in my life anymore that he would like to give me his blessing. His blessing to go and find love, his blessing to grow up, his blessing to become the person I'm intended to be.

I got to see him once or twice a year. But every time he saw me he would grab me by the shoulders and tell me that I am a strong.

I need to be strong now.