My Hero never far from my Memory
I lost my father in 2001. Everyday is still a struggle. I see him or hear him in my mind. I wish he were here with me. It hurts when I need to talk and he's not there. When I need encouragement and understanding, I look at his picture and just talk even write letters.
I play a phone message just to hear his voice.
My mother is ill and I have no one, after almost losing her it was like Deja Vu all over again. No one can replace a parent and a father is the backbone of a family. My daddy was my friend and strength. As a girl, my daddy taught me so much and continued teaching long after I became an adult. Thank God I had him. There is so much I need help with now and he is not here. I wrestle with why he had to die when he did. I feel so abandoned then I cry and scream like it was yesterday. I try to visit his grave on holidays but, it's hard. I look forward to the day when we shall be together again.
My hero(J E S) is gone- but forever in my mind and heart. I miss U Daddy!