Love Never Dies
I was only 3 years old when my father passed away. 3 is not old enough to be able to remember anything about him, so I have to depend on things that other people tell me about him. I have to get to know MY dad through other peoples memories, all of which they share are good sometimes funny memories (you don't speak ill of the deceased). I am now nearly 18 years old, I graduated high school this year, I am NOT a teen mom, I'm inrolled to attend college in the fall, and I have two jobs. Everyone says that my dad would be really proud of me, but would he really? He did sign me over to live with my grandparents, his parents, when I was 2. Would he even care about me or are people just being nice?
The hardest thing about loosing a parent at a young age is that you have to go through life never really knowing who they were. I know that I really do love my dad and I know that I will spend my whole life morning his death. It has already been almost 15 years and I have thought about him every single day.