Last words.

I try several times to share this, but I've never found the right way to do it.

After a long time I think quoting a conversation (with minor adjustments) between Marshall and his friends is the best way to do it...

 So, here we go:

 -You have so many great memories with your dad. 

 Who cares about the last one? 

-You guys don't get it, okay? 

None of you do. 

 My dad was my hero. 

 And he was my teacher. 

And he was my best friend. 

 He always came through for me. 

 And now he's just gone... 

 And what am I left with? 

 Thanks a lot, God! Thank you! 

 'Cause whenever I'm starting to feel lonely or sad, or you know what...

or maybe a little bit cheated, I have nothing, not a last call, 

a voice mail, a last letter or a last words to console me. 

You took my father the greatest man that I have ever known 

and you ripped him off this Earth, way too young! 

 And he'll never get to meet my kids. 

 How is this fair? 

 You know, like, an entire human life and it just ends for no reason, 

and what are we left with? 

 Last words it's a lot of pressure and if I don't come here to write again... well, then these are my last words to you all who take your time to read me.

 I really love you guys.

Dovenzz.