I Miss My Dad
Dad, It's been a month today since you died and it hurts so much. I would never want to see you suffer like that again. I hated all the oxygen and the drugs and the hospitals and the pain you were in. But somehow I keep thinking that now that the sick man is gone, dad can come home. Dad in his work uniform, "go to hell" hat, and swinging his green lunch box complaining about Pickers...Dad that was always there when I needed him...Dad that always took care of everything...Thank you for making it through Christmas. I'm sorry I didn't stay longer with you. You were in so much pain and I couldn't stand to see you like that. I'm sorry I didn't come back to visit. I'm so glad we were all there with you then and when died. I know you feel like you worked so hard and missed out on us growing up, but, dad, you did a great job providing for your family. Promise me that you'll be there when I get married. I'd give anything to hear one of your stories right now; even the one about the car accident. I got my oil changed. I was sick yesterday and Frank took good care of me. I just can't believe you're gone. It's hard not calling Papa Bear to lunch on Sunday afternoon when I get to your house after church. It feels so empty. Mom and I cry together and it helps. I miss you so much. I love you, dad. "Dawn"
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