by Hope Baker
I am 13 years old, and I lost my dad when I was 10. In March of next year will be three years that he has been gone. He was coming home from work when a drunk driver hit him head on. From what everyone told me, he died instantly. Which is a good thing of course, I didn't want him to suffer. It's still hard on my family and really hard on me. I was cleaning earlier today and found his stuff, which included his wedding ring, I immediately lost it. I can't believe he is gone, he was only 38. Love and miss you daddy.