With the world in the condition its in, you may be asking yourself, "Why does today, in particular suck?" Well, sixteen years ago today, my dad passed away after a 9-month battle with lung cancer. I was 12 years old. To me, my dad was my hero...indestructable, and (since I was 12 at the time), the man in my life. I'll never forget the moment I found out he died. The night before, I had gone to my 7th grade band concert, instead of visiting my dad in the hospital, something that I still have not forgiven myself for....
I spoke to him for the last time that night. I didn't understand the levity of one of the last things he said to me, "I would come to your concert, but I've got things to do.." The next morning at 2:30, my older sister woke me up to deliver the heart-breaking news. I thought it was a dream...no...a NIGHTMARE, but once I realized it was true, I ran across the hallway to see my mom sitting up on her side of the bed, with her head in her hands, sobbing. I sat next to her, and we cried together.
It's been 16 years, and I STILL cry every year on this day. I always tell myself I wont, but I fail. I don't know what else to say other than I miss him terribly, and the only solace I have is knowing that he is in Heaven now, with his parents, his older brother (my favorite uncle, Myles), and his best friend, Stan. I'm sure they are enjoying the reunion, and the arguing (Dad was a master arguer!)
I miss you, Daddy...I miss you so much!
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