What’s Life Without You? by Zoey Lynn Diaz
Mhmm… J’miah tells me, “Imagine your life.” There’s only one thing that replays in my head, which is losing my Dad. Yeah, some people might say: Yeah, I think about it, but that’s not happening right now. Go live life. You have all this time, you’re young. I just want to be ready for when that time comes so I won’t be anxious. I just want to know the answer. What is my life going to be without you, Dad?! So, what I guess I’m trying to say is: I can’t see or know what I’m going to be doing when that time comes, and I get notice from something or someone. Ugh. Eww, this is so sad… Yeah, I think I’m done. Wait, wait. Another way I can say this is: when I think of the future, it’s not what I want to be or what I’m going to be doing at twenty-five years old, because all I think about is my Dad. It’s always you, Dad. Dad, Dad, Dad—I love you. But can you stop blocking me from seeing me in my future?
To Walk in My Shoes
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