my dad, around 1955 ish, somewhere in or near #bedstuy #brooklyn.
his first wheels!
spending half of my youth without a dad still has such an impact on my perspectives and the amount of happiness i have allowed myself to know, as well as how much i have truly let anyone into my heart with some serious underlying fears of abandonment constantly boiling just under the surface.
i really have never properly grieved as i had to become a 'man' at 10 years old. sometimes i wonder how much different things would be if we had never left New York and if he had not passed. but ultimately i know that my happiness can only come from within and can't be dependent on outside sources so i trudge through the bad days and the low points in life knowing that all things in life are impermanent, including the low points and depressive crashes.