My dad died on April 17 of 2002. It was sudden even though we knew it was going to happen. He was 65 and not in very good shape. He died in his sleep. Where he wanted to at home. I still find myself looking for him, and thinking he's gonna walk through the door, or try to scare me. He always tried to do that. We fought off and on that hurts me when I think about it. My mom always said we acted so much alike, and that he'd never die as long as I was living because we acted so much alike. He was my best friend, I could talk to him about anything. The term daddy's little girl, that was me. I know he's not hurting anymore, and I'm thank full for that. I just wish I was able to put my arms around him one more time and tell him I loved him so. I think he knows that, I hope. We all love and miss him so. It hurts soo bad, I feel so empty inside.
Thu Jan 9 10:44:33 2003
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