It’s ridiculous how much you can be there for someone then they just completely shut you out and act like you don’t exist.
You always told me I’d end up a lawyer. I was in the third grade when I told Mrs. Button that you’d told me I’d make a great prostitute. I was 9 when you taught me what a prosecutor and a defense attorney were. Now here I am 11 years later prepping for an LSAT and planning out my life around law school. Sometimes I forget you won’t be the first person I call when I get accepted. You won’t be at my graduation, or there to hope I pass the bar the first time. All these things you knew for me are coming true and you’re not here to share it with me. You’re not coming home. Sometimes I forget, you know; sometimes I forget you ever died.
Does that make me horrible, or just stupid?