Wish You Were Here;

Dad,

I miss you. Is that even possible? To miss someone you've never even met? I guess it is, because all I ever feel is longing when I look at that picture hanging on the wall next to Mums bed.

I want to yell at you for missing my life, my milestones, but I can't. Because, I know that you were there. In the warm rays of the sun, in the cool ocean breeze. I know that we've never met, but I can feel you, lingering.

Wish you were here