My dads name was Baha Karakütük. And when I was 5 ½ and my sister wasnt even 1 yet he committed suicide. Today is the 10 year anniversary of that day.
But all I'm thinking is its been 10 fucking years and my sister didn't/won't even know her father and all I have is memories. I mean its not like he got involved in a car crash or died of cancer (sorry) but he committed suicide which means he chose not to see his kids grow up. My sister is a beautiful 10 yr old child who doesn't have a father to carry her on his shoulders and make her feel on top of the world, all she has is pictures and what people who knew him have to say. I'm pretty sure this event has something to do with the breakdowns/panic attack, though I'm not sure. Anyways. Bye for now. I'm going to go and listen to some very loud music and forget I ever even had a dad, because its the only thing that helps me to sleep at night.
Picture: below. My dad, my mum and me.
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