Geez, six years already. It seems like it was just yesterday my old man was sitting here next to me, taking life one day at a time.

My old man, Gregory Thomas Firaben, was born on October 31st, 1965. He left this earth on this exact day, June 21st, 2009, after some very disheartening decisions.

Honestly, to a degree, I still hate him for what he did. I just went to the cemetery a few weeks ago to yell at him for all of this. Regardless, he still is my father, and he gave me life, and that I have to thank him for that.

Just wait until I get up there, dad. You and I need to have a talk.