He Is Gone Forever: My Dad
I remember the day my mom told me my dad had died. He didn't live with us because my parents were divorced, so basically we had found out about him. He was found several days after he was dead. The worst way to go, huh? I started to regret everything I had ever did and said. I regretted not making breakfast when he asked me to, not hugging and saying "I love you" every time I saw, and getting in a bad fight with him the last time I saw him. I hurts to say that he is gone and I'll never see him again. It hurts me so bad crying my eyes out. It's been 7 months starting today since he has passed. He was 42. He had 3 girls, aged 14 (me), 9 and 10. I miss him so much and I tell him everyday that I love him and Im sorry.