I don't want to make people sad but I feel this is the best place for me to write and get things off my chest that bug me sometimes. Tomorrow Sept. 8 will mark 14 years that my dad has past. Growing up I never knew my dad because I was taken from him at a very young age. He was put into jail when I was only 7 years old and that was the last time I seen him until Sept. 10 1997 when I had to go and look at my father cold lifeless body. That is a very hard thing for a 10 years old to go through. To me what made it the hardest was the fact he pasted just a week before my 11th birthday. For the past 14 years I have looked to people in my family for answers to some of the questions I have grew up wondering but still have not answers for, and some the answers I wish I never knew about my father. It is hard a girl to have to grew up with a father and it made it wroth that I never had a mother either (but she is a different story in a different time).
If roses grow in heaven lord, then pick a
bunch for me. Place them in my Dad's
arms and tell him they're from me. Tell
him that I love and miss him, and when
he turns to smile, place a kiss upon his
cheek and hold him for awhile.
R.I.P. Daddy we love and miss you so very much. Can't wait
to see you again some day.