This is the 6th Father's Day that I have had to spend with without my father. My Dad died of throat cancer in April of 2004. Let me explain how burying a parent has to be one of the hardest things I have ever had to do in my life. I will never forget the day, well the night that I learned that my father was gone. It was a surreal moment, it was like time stopped. I felt like someone was lying to me. I felt like the breath in my lungs had been taken from my chest. I was my daddy's one and only little girl and we looked just alike just a different skin color. No matter what he did that others may have viewed as wrong he treated me like his little princess. What I regret the most is that in the months before I even knew he was sick we were out of touch with each other. He didn't have a stable place to live and I was a freshman in college. I should have reached out to him more but I didn't. Almost a year before he died him and my mom were both at my high school graduation...
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