On June 9, 2001, I awoke at 7am to my mother yelling. My 58 year old father was laying on the floor dead downstairs from a very sudden and unexpected heart attack. I dont know what to tell you I would tell him-- all I really want is just 1 more minute to see, just 60 seconds to kiss him on the cheek and tell him that my mom and his four children will be OK, because I know he would be so worried about us. The last thing I told my father before he was buried was that I wish it could have been me-- all these people counted on him so much, including myself, that his great influence, kindness, and help is missed too much. And at 19, what can i do?? I will always love my father, and I know that he is the first one peering out of that window in the sky that I now look up to when I need him. Kelly

I Miss My Dad

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