I Miss My Dad
December 21, 2000 my dad died of a heart attack while at work. That morning, like every morning, I was giving him a hard time and I told him "I hate you" and "i wish you'd die". My sister and I were fighting over some clothes...trivial shit. He took her side, I got mad, and then lashed out. That was the last time I spoke to my dad. Today being Thanksgiving, I miss him more than I could ever possibly explain. Two days go, I was reminded of how fast a life could be taken away. A friend of mine's father had a heart attack. Her life was changed in a second and she is a very lucky girl. Today being Thanksgiving and all, I'm thankful for the time I have spent with my Father and I was reminded to cherish the time I have with my Mother. We're not guaranteed tomorrow, and I often forget that. And to anyone reading this, spend your time wisely with your loved ones. You never know when they will be taken from you.
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