What happens after

I just want to put this out there, my dad passed away last month, so some journal entries are going to be me sadboying. This is one of those.

I don’t know what happens after somebody dies, I’d be lying if I told you I did. I will tell you that I’ve never believed in an afterlife, no spirits living on. Yet even though I don’t believe it, I sure wish it’s true. Because someday, I won’t be here - and when that day comes, when I’ve sung my last song, I would really love to see him again.

Love you pop. Always and forever.