My father, my bestfriend.
I lost my father on December 17, 2012 to heart failure. He was in the hospital from November 14, 2012 until his death. My father was 64. I feel like he was cheated. After working two jobs for 30yrs to provide for a family and put me through school, his life is taken from him. He will never get to enjoy his retirement or the fruits of his labor. He won’t be around to share my accomplishments or to play with my children (God willing). You only have one father and I couldn’t ask for a better one. I wish I could still talk, laugh and joke with him. Looking back at it all, I realize he was my best friend. He was the only one I could turn to for advice. I am lucky to have a father to care for me for 32 years. Now that he’s gone, I have no one to talk to or want to talk to. I don’t feel myself, I feel weak all the time. I sleep a lot and don’t care about doing anything else. I feel better when I see him in my dreams but sad when I wake up and realize it was just a dream. I have to learn how to move on with my life. I miss him so much.