I finally woke up around 11:00am and felt some better. By 1pm I felt normal so I decided to get ready and go to my mom's to get her mail. I honestly thought I'd be okay going in her house by myself but when I opened the door, I saw my daddy's chair, empty. The last time I saw him in his chair he was scared, sick, couldn't eat, wouldn't drink and he weight about 130lbs. That's a far cry from the daddy I was used to seeing.

I called his name a few times knowing there'd be no answer but still, it made me feel better. I left the house and then went to his grave. His flowers had fell over so I put them back up in place. I stood there and talked to him and cried some more. I know he couldn't hear me but it made me feel better. I told him that I knew that he fought really hard to stay with us but that he was in a far better place than we down here could ever be. I told him bye and that I loved him.....the same thing I did when he was alive, and then left. It's such an awful feeling to lose someone you love so much.
Today is the second anniversary that Tiffany has been gone. I can hardly believe it....seems like it was just yesterday. I miss her but I know that she's up there in Heaven laughing and joking with my daddy and all the others....that makes me feel better.
What a day this has been......*sigh*
1 comment:
(((R)))
Death just sucks, chick.
Swiffer.. lol. Drillbit and Swiffer. You have a way with names. :)
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