Missing My Father Figure
September 18, 2011 was a day I will never forget. I lost my father who happened to be my everything: my father, my supporter, my chauffeur, my personal cheerleader, my guidance counselor, my cook, and the only one that never gave up on me despite my faults. He pushed me to be everything I could be. I never had my father in my life growing up, and my granddad took that reign without no complaint. From the moment I started school in Kindergarten, I can remember him and my grandma walking me to the bus, and you would see him everyday waiting outside until my bus arrived home safely. He was the one that drove me to my practices and pick me up. Cheered me to be the best at everything I tried. Not a day goes by that I don't think of him. Everyday its like I'm waiting for him to walk into the door with his smile, saying my girl everything is going to be alright. Because everything was alright when he was here. I miss him so much, and it just tears me up inside knowing I was too afraid to say goodbye to him because I thought if I don't say goodbye, he won't leave me here, he won't leave us. I held back thinking maybe, he'll stay here a little bit longer if I just wait. I waited too long and then I didn't get the chance to say goodbye. It hurts me so much. He is everything a man should be or should strive to be. A true family man that held everyone up. 3 long years I wait for him to tell me everything is going to be okay and I will always be here. I miss him wiping my tears, and standing up for me. I have no one that is on my side. I was his girl!