As much as I expected it, I was still not ready for the phone call when it came. At 9:28 this morning, the hospital called with the inevitable news...Dad had passed on.
I know he's in a better place. I know he's no longer feeling pain and struggling for each breathe, but I still want to go back in time and make this all go away. I just want to be 9 again. Nine was a good year...played with my friends, laughed at life and probably spent the weekends fishing with Dad. That's where all little girls should be with their fathers.
'nuff said.
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3 comments:
Big hugs to you, my friend. My dad will show him the ropes.
=)
Carol, I'm so sorry for your loss. Take care of yourself through this difficult time. *hugs*
I am so sorry for your loss, it so difficult losing a parent. My Mom was ill before she passed and even though I knew she was in a better place it still hurt to be left behind.
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