My almost step father who was practically a real father to me died a few months ago and I just can’t get over it and I wrote him this thing and I just wanna post it because I miss him and it’s hurtin’.
I miss Paul more than I can even express… I just remember those nights sitting alone in the garage when I felt like nothing would ever be okay. When I was hating myself and everything around me and I was at the end of my wits. Paul would come out at the perfect time, as if he knew I needed somebody. He would sit with me and we would talk about life. I remember the way he could make my mood turn around in a split second. I remember how socializing and spending time with him made me feel like I was SOMEBODY. He treated me like nobody else really knew how to. I remember the way I was seen as a human being. An equal to this 60 year old man, of all people. I remember his overflowing compassion and wisdom, which gave him the ability to see past the “me” that everybody can see and is familiar with. He knew me by my heart and my soul, not my appearance, my surroundings, or my reputation. I remember he knew who I really was, and he was able to treat me the way that was necessary. The way that even I didn’t realize I needed more than anything, instead of the way that he or anybody else thought was best. He blessed me with things that I’ll never get from anybody else, and that I’ll never be able to forget or replace. He gave me a sense of self worth. He showed me AND kept me believing through my darkest times that I meant something. He gave me a purpose, and for that I thank him with everything I have. R.I.P. Paul. I love you and I’m so grateful that you were such a huge part of my life and that you had the influence on me that you did. You’ll always have a special place in my heart♥
