I love you daddy!!!
by Maria Sherman
(Fort wayne, IN)
My name is Maria and I'm 14 years old. My dad died when I was 10. He was a smoker, drinker, and had diabetes. He and my mom had also divorced when I was only a baby, so I ended up with my grandparents. And by law I had to visit him every other weekend and once every week.
On his 48th birthday, we went to Bandido's for dinner, and they sang to him and everything. It was really nice and I like just being with him.
Well, it all started on May 29, 2008, 3 days after his 48th birthday. I went to visit him after school. He wasn't feeling well, so he spent the entire time on the couch. When my grandpa came over to pick me up, he had this strong urge to take a picture of us both together. Afterwards, I said bye to my dad, and we went home. I never realized that that would be the last time I would ever see him.
The very next day, after school, I was all ready to go to his house for the weekend. He had called and said he was going to the hospital to get a checkup, then come get me. So I was outside waiting. My grandpa opened the front door and called me inside. So I went inside to see what was going on, and when I walked in my grandparents told me he had a heart attack and was in the hospital. He had the heart attack at the hospital.
It felt like the world was ending. I was freaking out, hoping he would be okay. I got to go to my mom's house for the weekend though, but I was on pins and needles about if my dad was going to be okay. But on Sunday night, June 1st, 2008. He died. The doctor's said that he was left too long without help, and that if they were to keep him alive, he would be on life support for the rest of his life, so they just stopped doing stuff on him and let him go. I miss him sooooo much and hope that he's in heaven watching over me. I love you daddy!!