I am 14 years old.
2 years ago I left my father because of abuse and his addiction with drugs. It was the hardest decision of my life, I knew it meant that I would never look at him or talk to him ever again.
Once he moved across the country, everyday he would message me, “Coming home soon?”, “How are you?”, and most importantly, “I love you”, I always thought how much I wouldn’t be bothered if he died, but before I knew it, that day came.
Yesterday evening, I’m just playing video games with one of my friends, my mom comes in my room crying, the last thing I thought of was my dad, I asked if it was my dog that died maybe? Or my grandma? The last thing I was expecting was my dad, I did not cry, nor feel any emotion towards him until today.
Just replaying the memories that me and him shared together, the laughs, the tears and most of all the love that shared between us.
His final words, “Jaxten is who I care forever for”
He died in Victoria, BC Canada.
Rest in piece, Jason Whiting
-Love your son.