Bloom.

Most of my titles never have anything to do with what I write about. Get used to it!
I just found out that my friend Nick's aunts died recently...Yes I said aunts and that's what sucks the most...It wasn't just one....It was two, blood sisters to his dad, one after the other. First one passed away from cancer and the second one in her sleep. I can only imagine the pain he must be going through. It makes me think about things...A lot of things.
I really miss my dad. Not my biological one either cuz him I can care less about, but the only man I will ever call my dad. Andres. Holy christ he was the only one that ever gave a shit about us and took time to do everything to raise us right and be there when we needed a real dad. But why is it that every good man has a really raunchy fault to him? He was a drug dealer. Bigtime fucking drug dealer. He was in debt with the drug lord I guess and to make up for the loss, he gave them my mom's brand new mustang that he had bought her at the time, making it look like it got stolen. Appearantly it wasn't enough, they came by our house while he was at work looking for him and I opened the door and when they asked for him, I saw that they each had two guns inside their jackets. I knew it was bad. Long story short, he got his ass kicked, he and my mom got seperated, and he moved. He sent me a christmas note and that was the last I heard of him. Not too long ago my mom let me know that he was killed. Didn't explain anything else to me but I felt the world just collapsing. I loved that man so much, he's the only dad I've ever had and no one will replace him.
We're grown up not so I guess we'll move on but my brother is bitter about not having a dad. He doesn't admit to it but I know it's true. I feel bad but maybe that will make my brother be a better father when his time comes.