Deth

When my dad died, he was buried with a bottle of Jack. My brothers and I drank some of it. Funerals are stupid, and I didn’t want to go but went for my mom and brothers.

Ever since he passed, I have a shot of Jack for his birthday. His birthday was Halloween. This year it fell on date night, so my girlfriend had one with me at the bar. She doesn’t drink that stuff.

Finding out he’s not my biological father, and he knew it and still treated me as I was made this year a little more surreal. His birthday usually makes me sad. This year it made me smile. Sure, I miss him, but he’s free of the problems that he had.

Life is hard occasionally. It goes on, though.