dad.
dad. he was so happy. this is one of the last photos that i took of him. he was such a strong, loving, caring father. i cannot help but be jealous that he is in a better place than i am. this world was such a brighter place when he was around. always positive. always smiling. even at the worst of times for our family. now that he is gone, i feel that apart of me is missing in my life. half of me died the day i received that phone call. and so did my family.
i miss him everyday.
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May Lattanzio gave props (27 Aug 2008):
I know. We are never the same. I miss mine, too. I'm sorry for your loss.



