I took the night to calm down cause I wanted to punch half yall in your disrespectful faces but I'm just going to remove myself from the conversation instead of arguing. I'm going to hold close the memory of kissing my father's cold cheek before they closed his coffin and draped the American flag over it. Going to remember being surrounded by men in dress blues saluting as his coffin went by and how it felt to hold that folded up flag after the funeral. You can say nothing that will make him any less of an American Hero.
“What screws us up the most in life is the picture in our head of what it's supposed to be.”
Also if your signature makes my scrolling mess up "you're tacky and I hate you."
Also if your signature makes my scrolling mess up "you're tacky and I hate you."
