Keep on Trucking

I'm still trying to get use to the fact that my dad is gone. Is a strange thing for me to say that. I really wish I had a conversation with him. I really wish that I had gotten what I needed most in the world. I wish I had gotten my "I love you". In my heart I think he did love me I wish he would have said it to me. By the same token I wish that my fear of him rejecting me wouldn't have stopped me from telling him all the time that I loved him more. I wish he would have called me just to shoot the breeze when he was bored. I wish we had one picture of just him and I. It's too late for would'ves and could'ves but God I wish.