I wake every morning, think of my dad and shed a few tears. In the same way I end every day.
My father was my first love, I feel like my heart has been broken.
I miss him, I miss him so much.
I thank god he got to meet my first born. I'm mad my first born will never know my father.
I'm confident he knew how much I loved him, I told him alot. I'm very sad that I'll never be able to tell him again.
I asked for my dad's help with a million different things,...
July 09, 2006 | Angola, NY