My father,wherever you are...
My dad and mom divorced when I was 3. My dad took my sister and I and did the best he could to take care of us. He was gone a lot but he had to be on the road to make money. I only have positive memories of him. As time went on he remarried. Things were good when we were younger with my stepmom, but as time went on we grew apart. Stopped communicating. I moved in with my mom when I was 14. My dad did not want me to but he let me. I know why now. She was a major alcoholic and mean. Later on my dad divorced and moved on to another woman. We didn't hear from each other very often for a while, but somthing told me to go downstairs of my duplex, and the phone rang. It was my dad. He told me he loved me and I told him the same. About 3 weeks later, I get a call before work, and was told my dad was dead. That he shot himself...we were all so shocked and confused........still no peace...this was 2008.