The day of October 14, 1949 my father was born in Tomball, Texas. That day is next Friday he would of been 67 years old. He passed away June 6, 1997, in memory of my dad I got a tattoo for him. It hasn't been the easiest situation, I lost my father at a very young age, I was only 10 months. He didn’t even get to see his only daughter turn one. I’m sharing this with y'all because it’s on my mind right now. This month is always the hardest for me, I really didn’t get to know my father but I can still hear him talk to me. Like I always ask myself like why me? Why was my father taking away from me? God took the man that was my father because he didn’t want him suffering anymore it was his time to go. The day my dad died he was really ill, he wasn't feeling good that day . My mom tried to get him to go to the hospital but he was too stubborn to go. He finally listened to her, by time they made it there it was already too late we really don’t know what caused him passing. When he was eighteen he got his spleen taking out, so they think it had something to do with that.
I strongly dislike when people tell me they know what I’m going through, they know what I’m feeling but truly they really don’t have no clue what it feels like to not have your father in your life unless it happen to them. It gets harder and harder each day, the things I’m doing now I’m trying to make my father proud of me. I don’t really talk about this situation to people or express anything I like to keep things to myself. I don’t like when people feel bad for me. When I think about it, when I get married he won’t be able to walk his baby girl down the aisle, it’s not fair. I look at other girls with their fathers, I always wonder what it’s like. I do have a step-dad but it’s not the same at all, he’s been in my life since I was two. I really don’t feel comfortable calling him dad, I think it’s wrong. He was the father figure for me but I wanted my real dad, I wish I could just see him one last time. Like the song says “If heaven wasn't so far away”.
Im not going to say I know exactly what your going through but I kinda know your pain you go through I go through it every January because that is when my dad passed away 5 years ago. It does get harder and harder as we get older.
ReplyDeleteWow this was very touching.That takes a lot of you to share this personal information. Stay positive
ReplyDeleteIt really does take a lot of you to share a story like this. Just know that he is looking down at you and will always be proud of you!
ReplyDeletesorry about your lost, but im glad your still hanging in there
ReplyDeletesorry about your lost, but im glad your still hanging in there
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry that you lost your father at a young age but think about how this is all apart of Gods plan. its hard growing up with out a dad because i don't have one either nor did i ever get to meet him. but you're strong keep on going!
ReplyDeleteYou are such a strong person. My boyfriends father died the day his mother gave birth to him, he never received a hug or kiss from his father and all I try to do each day is remind him of his father and make him feel as if his dad is alieve. I sometimes feel as If his father gives me his strength to keep his son going each day. Is hard. I know I cant step into your shoes but just know that I am here if you ever need me and that your dad is with you in every step you make and I'm pretty sure you have made him so proud. life is had we live and learn and to see you talk in such matter it admires me because I knew there was something about your smile, I can see your happy place and your band aid when you smile. My major is psychology and reading over your story really has made the person you are ! I am proud of you girl god bless you.
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