He Didn't Get to Finish the Job
I'll always be seen as a disappointment [to myself] in the eyes of my dad. Its pretty difficult not to glorify the dead, and its just as difficult to live up to their glorified standards.
I'll always think that if my father had been around after the age of ten to raise me, teach me, push me, I would have ended up a much better person.
The Fact that it Can Get Better Makes it Worse
I've realized that after all these years I have two things to still hold on to:
The actual sense of loss. The loss means he was once here.
A bunch of bricks in Brooklyn.
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