I was 3. Cried all night,didn't even understand all the real emotion of it. It was in the middle of the day, about noon or a little after. I found out that my dad has passed away. I was heart broken. He was at work and drowned. I don't really understand all of it,but I know that it will haunt my whole life living with just a mom, going through all important parts of life without him. It's been 8 years...
It gets harder each day. Knowing that he's gone. Not being able to see him. I only know what he looks like because of the pictures I have of him. That doesn't help me though. I want to know what his personality was like,how he was around me when I was little. Did he give me kisses on the forehead? That question will forever be unknown. I have no intension asking my mom. I can barely think about him without crying. Which makes me sad because I would love to know more about him.
He gave me this bear. It's blue and I cuddle with it every night. I love it soo much. My brother got his drumset alarm clock. He doesn't mess with it because it breaks easily. My sister got his treasure chest. It has some of his stuff in it. When she becomes an adult she will pass it on to me since i'm the youngest and she's the oldest she got it first..
