Miss my dad

My dad just died August 28th. I use to complain about so many things and I never realized how hard life could really be till now. But yet I'm pulling through this more than I have pulled through anything. I have matured so much and became so strong.
I miss my dad a lot though and I cry at least a few times a week if not more thinking of him, but I never fail to smile still. He is my hero, inspiration, strength, and motivation. He was my rock and even though he was hard on me, now that i look back, i wouldn't ask for nothing else of it. It makes me strive harder. He wanted more than anything to see me graduate, I've slacked off so much but I'm determined to make that happen.
I sit on my roof a lot lately, listening to music, smoking a cigarette and i think of the world around me. As big as it seems we really are a small world. Theres so much pain in this small world but then again there can be just as much joy. I cannot believe I have been so strong through this because I was such a daddies girl. but when i think of the positives it keeps me going everyday