My Fifteenth Birthday

It's my fifteenth birthday and I don't really care because I have everything I need my family, food, and air. No more birthdays will ever be the same as the first through the thirteenth when my dad said my name. I know I have to move on but it's harder than you think my mom and dad was my everything and half of it has sank. He can't walk me down the isle like fathers normal do he can't spoil his grand kid like he wanted to. He can't be there for me when I need to talk he always made me laugh and sometimes gave me shock. I haven't laughed in a while like I did with him he'd always do something funny just to watch me grin. I dream about him all the time but it's just not the same as having him with me and calling me by my middle name. He won't be there to watch me drive my first car to tell be to buckle up and to check out each tire. but everywhere I go he'll be by my side invisible or not he will help my life glide by. -Lona Roark