A simple man who simply wants to be laid to rest.

I don’t normally do this but I feel it needs said. Lewis Hayman Kramer, Jr. is my dad. He had a massive stroke that has irreparably damaged him if he even survives, which seems slim at best will leave him incredibly disabled. I don’t say this for sympathy, I say this because I haven’t hugged my dad since Christmas, the last I saw him. I didn’t make as much of an effort after Christmas to check on him, because his goofy ass has always been there. And now he won’t. So why do I write this ? Hug someone, tell someone you love them, fuck tell someone you like their shoes even if you don’t really like their shoes, because you think you have a black card with unlimited funds when really you’ve got a $250 limit with a $300 grocery bill. If you’re thinking about talking to someone, making amends with someone, make a new friend because we’ve only got so much credit and most of us are over drawn. I hope you find it to throw in a few bucks. I’m an only child and my dad was as well. We don’t have much family, we were pretty much all each other had.