Dear Dad
Dear Dad,
My life has gone up in flames
Literally
I lost you in june
To that incurable disease
Cancer
We lost the house in october
To the stupid Tubbs fire
Literal flames
What do I do?
I need you,
Mom needs you,
Even piper.
I’ve lost my best friend,
YOU
And all the belonging that remind me of you.
The jeep we built together
It’s nothing but a pile of rust
Your truck we drove everywhere in
Is now covered in dust
From the dirt road we live on now
How am I supposed to go about
The guns we use to shoot together are toasted
The basketball hoop we use to play with isn’t even roasted
Im thankful you didn’t see the house burn in the rear view mirror like I did
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