Dear diary

Dear diary, I cannot believe, I just cannot believe he is dead. Sure, he was guilty and he deserves to be dead, but at the end of the day, he was also my father, I loved him and  I swear I didn’t mean to push him over the edge, to the point he felt that he must kill himself for his actions, but I was so mad at him, I just took it all out. And I am sorry. But you know what diary? Now I can see, I can see that he did that for me, for our family. He wanted to take care of us, and he did. I am not justifying his actions, but I can understand his side know. I am sorry he had to die so I could see that, but this is life. No one can be perfect, or as he said, “a man can’t be Jesus in this world”