If you didn't know or read my bio, my dad passed away when I was just 6 years old.
He was a great man, loving father, caring husband, a good friend, and would brighten up a room.
When I found out about his death, I completely lost it, so you can ima...
On September 27th of 2011, my father passed away. I was only 6 years old at the time and didn't know what my mom meant when she told me and my sisters that he had passed away, so after she told the 3 of us in the car, I.... I lost my self and started to cry non-stop and it eventually got to the point where I was coughing and I got sick.
On October 24th of the same year, we had his funeral at the Bethalto Church of God in Bethalto, IL. and everyone who ever knew and loved my father was there. During the service, I was going in and out of the main room where my dad's casket was placed, mainly because I couldn't stand to see him and didn't want the people I didn't know at the time to see me crying.
After the funeral service, everyone who attended went to a park to celebrate that day, mainly because it was my dad's 37th birthday. I vaguely remember that day, but 3 things that I DO remember are that me and my sisters wore matching dresses, eating cake, and letting go of balloons with pictures that me and my sisters colored for him. Mine was too heavy so we ended up cutting the pictures off and letting it go.
9 almost 10 years later, I'm now 15½, almost 16, and this is still a very sensitive topic for me to talk about, even to the people I trust the most, causing me to have depression and eventually c***ing myself on my left hand. I am getting help with my depression by talking to friends, family, teachers, and counselors about whatever's bothering me, so please don't worry about me.
Although my dad may be gone from the earth, he's never truly gone. He's always with me. Whether it be in my memories or my heart, he's always with me, and anyone who knows me knows how much I love him.
If you want to talk to me, see if I'm ok, or even see if I need someone to talk to, please dm me. I'll try my best to dm you back. It does help me to talk about whatever's been bothering me. And if you don't wanna talk to me, that's fine too. It's just that family means a lot to me, and in my eyes, my friends and followers are my family. So please, feel free to talk to me about anything.
If you stuck around to read this to the end, thank you for allowing me to tell you a little more about myself.
My mom even got a tattoo in hinor of my father. It has his birthday and the day he passed away. And even though he's gone, my mom can just look at the tattoo and remember all of the good times the 2 of them had together.
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