It is with constant heartache, that I have come to the realization that I am now part of a single parent family.
My father was tragically taken from us on the 19th June 2002.
Now on the anniversary of his death, I ask myself “did he know that I loved him”, was he thinking of his family in his last hour. The questions don’t stop there, this array of questions could go on and on.
The man who, so carelessly had no regard for the road, who caused the accident, does he feel any remorse for taking not just one life, but two.
My father was not someone special to the world but he was very special to us. He lived for his family and at least his grand daughter of 4 got to know him a little. She still believes that he will come back.
I’ve had a wonderfully little boy, my father’s first grandson, my brother a wonderful little girl, it is so sad that they will never know the joy of having the Pa take them for drives, play with them – the joy of not having a grandpa is so sad.
Help me understand how to handle the continuous pain and the constant missing of a father that I will never see again.
To the man who so carelessly took the life of a wonderful man, father and grandfather, I hope you find it in your heart to enjoy the life that God granted you and to wonder how my family has to cope with the loss of someone who we so dearly loved and cared about. I pray that you will never have to feel our loss.
Last night I had a crazy dream, a wish was granted just for me, and it could be for anything I’d want,
I did not as for money, or a mansion, I simply wished for one more day with you!
One more day, one more time, one more sunset, maybe I’d be satisfied,
But then again, I know what it would do, leave me wishing still for one more day with you,
First thing I’d do is pray for time to crawl, I’d unplug the telephone and keep the TV off,
I’d hold you every second, say a million I love you’s, that’s what I’d do with one more day with you.
I LOVE YOU DADDY, till we meet again.