Father's Day
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 and that had to be one of the happiest days in my life to see them together in my proudest moment at the time. Doing something none of my other siblings had done.
I am tearing up just thinking about the fact that I will never see him again. I hope that he is proud of me and the life that I am trying to make for myself. I have lived my entire life hoping to make him and the rest of my family happy for me.
I love my daddy soooooooooooooo much. When I was younger I would tell people, "you cant tell me nothing or else I'm gonna tell my daddy on you." I laugh just thinking about that.
The hardest part is seeing all the pain he was in, in his last days....face and throat all swollen, he could barely even speak.
I say this, to those who still have their father, cherish him and the time that you have with him, you never know when you could lose him.
Be Blessed and Live Life
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 and that had to be one of the happiest days in my life to see them together in my proudest moment at the time. Doing something none of my other siblings had done.
I am tearing up just thinking about the fact that I will never see him again. I hope that he is proud of me and the life that I am trying to make for myself. I have lived my entire life hoping to make him and the rest of my family happy for me.
I love my daddy soooooooooooooo much. When I was younger I would tell people, "you cant tell me nothing or else I'm gonna tell my daddy on you." I laugh just thinking about that.
The hardest part is seeing all the pain he was in, in his last days....face and throat all swollen, he could barely even speak.
I say this, to those who still have their father, cherish him and the time that you have with him, you never know when you could lose him.
Be Blessed and Live Life
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