My Papa. My Hero.
(Erie Pa )
My Papa was sick with heart disease for about 16 years. On April 13, 2013 he passed away. I'm 15 years old and after three whole months I still cry every night and I got his jacket coat at the funeral and I wear it whenever I start to cry and I usually just cry harder. Anyway I was looking through how to cope with this death and I can't. He was so special to all of us. He had almost every family member stay in his home. Him and my nana took in whoever needed a place to stay, that included my mother, brother and my sister when they were younger; and later on my sister and her newborn son. I thought getting into a relationship shortly after the death would be good but after that ended it made everything worse. I honestly don't know what to do anymore, there's not a day that goes by without a thought or a memory of him. I keep having this one dream that he came back to life and he was perfect and healthy. I've had it about once a week since he died. and it's July now. so yeah that's alot of the same dream. He was a second father to me. I feel bad for the rest of my cousins who weren't as close to him as I was. I read a poem at his funeral that people still talk about today. I hope this wasn't too long, I can't talk to anyone about him anymore because my family is all alcoholics and aren't passed it yet so I have to wait till they're all healed. I'm afraid that'll be too long, thanks for reading. sorry it was so long.