I miss you Dad.
I am 21 years old and my father has died, at 62 years old today, after a year and six months of being in and out of hospitals and nursing homes. I was not there when he died in the hospital, but I got to see his body before they took him to the morgue. He was so cold but he looked so peaceful. Even though, I know that he is no longer suffering, I still feel like a piece of me is missing. Our entire house feels empty without him. He was so loud and had a strong spirit and big heart. Even though we has our difference and issues, I could always count on him to love me. When I was in high school I was overweight and other kids teased me, but everyday he told me that I was beautiful. I still struggle with my weight today and I don't have my dad to comfort me anymore. I know that i have a long road of grief ahead of me, it will never be the same without him. I am so distraught that as I write this tears blind me and my finger numbly touch the keyboard, and it will probably be full of grammatical errors, but i can't bring myself to care.