May 22, 2009
How much my life would be missing if you died…
You looked me in the eye, and said you would never leave. I told you how much my life would be missing if you died. You promised to me that you would fight as hard as you can. Even though you tried your hardest, in the end, you lost your battle. It was a long and tedious couple of months, and my head is scarred with the ambulance sirens and whirring lights going through our house to rush you to the hospital. I will never forget that day. And though I’ve shown you anger, fear, sorrow, and confusion through my prayers, you’ll always be in my heart. I’m sorry I never got to say goodbye. I love you, Dad.
Submitted by: Jess
At 10:08 pm on June 10, 2009, Cary commented:
He will always be there. He is part of you and you him. My father died and I still feel him here with me and in me, in the decisions I make, the gestures, even his blood in mine.