02/03/2024
I get very sentimental on certain days of the year. I can’t help it. In fact, in a strange way it’s how I stay connected, and center myself. Today 54 years ago my father passed away. I was eight years old at the time, and honestly it’s still has the same sting, and hurts just as bad. I have tears in my eyes as I write this. I still have not recovered, nor put it behind me. Forgive me for the rant. Leroy Smith my dad, rest in peace sir! I miss, and love you so much. You will never be forgotten.
