On March 7, 2017, while holding his hand, my daddy took his last breath. I can’t express what the loss of my dad has done to me. Even though we lived a few hours away from each other and I didn’t get to see him as much as I would’ve liked, thanks to my illness, I always knew he was there. And somehow that gave me strength. I knew he was just a phone call away… unfortunately they don’t have cell phone service in heaven.
Right now it’s very hard with all that is going on in my life. The Home Depot fiasco as well as all of my medical issues and all the bills that are taking over our lives. And I can’t seem to find my strength to deal with it and take care of it and not let these people walk over me. My dad always taught me to be strong and always fight for what you believe in and what is right. And I know I have it in me, but I just can’t seem to find it right now. I can’t just pick up the phone and hear his voice. I just want him to come back. He would give me the strength and the pep talk I need to not let these despicable people hurt us.
My daddy was the best person that I’ve ever known. I’m not sure, I’m just not sure of anything. I miss him so much. And while it was the hardest thing I’ve ever done, I got to be there holding his hand when he finally found peace. ❤️
I miss you and I love you dad. We all do!