Some of you might wonder how I know all these things about my father's life from years before I was born, and the simple answer is I've puzzled it together. He told me much himself, but he also kept a journal and when we weren't together he would write me letters. I've forced myself to go through everything he ever wrote and saved, just to be certain I'll never forget anything.
And sure, I was just a child at the time but already then I knew there was something wrong with this world. With so much blatant hypocrisy, deceit and pure evil everywhere around me, and with him being the only bright light on a clouded night sky, why wouldn't I listen? Why wouldn't I remember? Why wouldn't I treasure every moment, every story, every piece of information that helped me understand him a little better?
When you've only known one truly honest and good man your entire life and he's suddenly taken away from you, what can you do? How do you move on?
I don't even try, I know it would only end in tears. It's just not worth it.