Forever I will miss you.
Today is September 16,2012. My dad died September 17,2000. My dad was the greatest, he played with me took me to the store. We watched walker Texas ranger and golden girls. I was a very clumsy child and I always hit my head a lot so he called me headbone. I loved that nickname because my dad gave it to me. I will never forget him. I still remember the day he died. I was 5 years old and I found him. I remember being so confused about why my daddy wouldn't wake up, he wasn't snoring like he usually did. I was a smart kid, I knew he was now with God. It's now 12 years later and always on september 17 I feel hollow. This day always pains me. He died if a heart attack at the age of 31. It's too young to go. I miss him so much sometimes that I lock myself into my room and cry. I was stumbling through the Internet to ask why does it still hurt so bad on this particular day 12 years later. I'm glad I found this site, to know so many people have also lost their dad or someone else, to know that I'm not alone. Thank you.