Friday, July 13, 2007

July 13, 1996

Today is the day that my dad died when I was eight years old. I can't believe it has been 10 years since he has been dead. He died of prostate cancer at the age of 28. I miss him a lot, because I can't see him. It hurts sometimes when I see daughters with their dad's and I wish it was me with my father. But it's not and I guess I have to move on with that thought. I can remember as a young girl how my dad taught me how to ride my bike, take me places and the fun we had. I miss him and love him. I will always remember my dad. When I was a little girl I can remember my prayer to God, asking HIM to tell my dad I love him (it was funny) .Wish I could have spent more time with him. I love my dad. I do want to say that I am very grateful for the times we spent together.

No comments:

Featured Post

Journal Entry # 12 - Frustrated

Abba I feel hopeless, weak and frustrated. I ask that you would help me. Take me and free up my mind of things that are not of You. Direct ...