Loss
It was Christmas 2014, when I got the phone call, Mom saying my father had passed away. Lying there just thinking of him just before she called, wondering why the lord had to take life from such a young man, he was only 58 when he died, still vivacious and full of life, I pondered that my father now dead. Or go back: I was daddy’s little girl, from the time I was born, until the day he died. I can remember when I was younger and he use to carry me everywhere he went. My father wasn’t a rich man but he did his best. He would take my sister and I to the drive-in movie theater because he knew that was my favorite place to go. I use to love the park that was there. It had a go-cart track, metal animals that we could rock back and forth on. That was really a good time in life for me. …show more content…
I remember crying for days. I was so upset with my mother because I felt it was her fault my Poppie was gone. My dad didn’t come over a lot when him and my mother separated. Me being daddy’s little girl, I was infuriated and I started rebelling. When I finally saw my father again I was fourteen and pregnant. Wow, isn’t that a great way for him to see his baby girl? He was very upset with me, but eventually he got over it. My father and I always had a good relationship, when he was around. He was my Poppie and I was his Babygirl. Even though I was the oldest, I still was his babygirl. When my father got sick, it really took a toll on me. At first, he was beating the cancer. Then all of a sudden, it just started spreading. It went from his colon, to his kidneys and then to his liver. My father was so gaunt, that one side of my body was his whole body. He smelled so vile because of the bag on his side that held his feces. The skin on his face was so thin it looked as if there was nothing but a layer of skin covering his skull. He just looked as if he was ready to
It was Christmas 2014, when I got the phone call, Mom saying my father had passed away. Lying there just thinking of him just before she called, wondering why the lord had to take life from such a young man, he was only 58 when he died, still vivacious and full of life, I pondered that my father now dead. Or go back: I was daddy’s little girl, from the time I was born, until the day he died. I can remember when I was younger and he use to carry me everywhere he went. My father wasn’t a rich man but he did his best. He would take my sister and I to the drive-in movie theater because he knew that was my favorite place to go. I use to love the park that was there. It had a go-cart track, metal animals that we could rock back and forth on. That was really a good time in life for me. …show more content…
I remember crying for days. I was so upset with my mother because I felt it was her fault my Poppie was gone. My dad didn’t come over a lot when him and my mother separated. Me being daddy’s little girl, I was infuriated and I started rebelling. When I finally saw my father again I was fourteen and pregnant. Wow, isn’t that a great way for him to see his baby girl? He was very upset with me, but eventually he got over it. My father and I always had a good relationship, when he was around. He was my Poppie and I was his Babygirl. Even though I was the oldest, I still was his babygirl. When my father got sick, it really took a toll on me. At first, he was beating the cancer. Then all of a sudden, it just started spreading. It went from his colon, to his kidneys and then to his liver. My father was so gaunt, that one side of my body was his whole body. He smelled so vile because of the bag on his side that held his feces. The skin on his face was so thin it looked as if there was nothing but a layer of skin covering his skull. He just looked as if he was ready to