Lost Innocence

Yesterday was the five-year anniversary of your death, I hope that you are at peace. I often wonder what your life would have been like if you had been the son of my father instead of yours. I am sure it would have been a lot different that is for sure. I try to remember the good in you, my heart breaks for that little boy who lost his father at such a young age, but I am not sure if I have any compassion for the man, you turned out to be.

Today I am grateful for the innocence of childhood memories.