12 Years.

My father, at lake erie

His happy places were fishing, watching NFL amd NASCAR.

He enjoyed a lot towards the end of his life, he worked hard and deserved it.

He had a lot of struggles in his 41 years on this earth.

I cant say he was the best man, person or father there was… But I sure can say he was perfect for me.

I was raised to be strong and independent. I was raise to know right from wrong. I was raised by a single father…

I didn’t know we were ever poor until I was older, but I had every thing I needed.

I was loved.

My dad was taken from my life was to soon. I was 14. In the past 12years he has missed my graduting with honors, serving 5years in the Navy. He missed the births of his grandsons and my marriage…

So many days I wish I could simply call him, or drive to his house…

I miss him.

Heres to 12 years… Amd more to come… Waiting til my kids are old enough to understand so I can tell them stories about him.

I was 14

I was 14.

I was 14 when I walked in and found my father dead in his bed.

I was 14 when my world changed forever.

I was 14 when I gave up God. I was 14 when I realized I had basically no one in my corner anymore.

I was a child. I not only lost my dad, my only parent. But I was a child and found my dad dead.

You see lots of people lose their parents, even when they are still a child. Some handle it well other do not.

The one thing that is important hereYOU DO NOT GET TO DECIDED HOW A TRAUMA IMPACTS SOMEONE ELSE. YOU DO NOT GET TO DECIDE WHEN A PERSON SHOULD MOVE ON OR GET OVER THAT LOSS BECAUSE OTHERS DEAL WITH IT TOO.

They will handle it when the time comes. I am now 25 and just in the last year began to process it all. That is eleven years for me.

11.

Let that sink in.