Well here's the story ppl...My father was never there for me when i wqas a child, or growing up for that matter. I rarely ever saw him, me and my younger brother did spend a few weekends at his housde when we were both still in our mid teens. But that only lasted so long...soon we never saw him or heard from him. So the onlky times we did get to see him was when i went to my aunt donnas and told my uncle charlie (his younger brother) to go get him. For the longest time i hated him for what he did to me and my brother,...no scratch that not me "AND MY BROTHER JUST ME" tHEN a not too long ago i learned he had severe lung cancer and didn't have much time to live but i still didn't really care. I did tyry myu hardest to see him when ever possible tho. He was in and out of the hospital so i figured he would be ok cuz he always came back out. But the last time he was there my mom had called me and told me my dad was in the hospital, i said ok and tried to get to see him. But he died at 8:48 am that friday morning. I never got to see my dad, and he was asking to see his boys one last time. So like usual i fucked everything up. I'll never get to see my father again, he was creamated so all i got to see of him was a urn. It's my fault i didn't get to see him that wednesday, my fault my children will never know there true grandfather, and my fault for anything else that may have occured between him and i...On a side note--2 weeks b4 he passed my brother, my son Vince, and myself all spent the day with him and he did go home with a huge smile on his face. So that is one thing i did to help my father be happy b4 he died, Yes I barely knew the man, he disrespected me at times, but he was and will always be my father & i'll always LOVE him......GOD REST HIS SOUL
You will be MISSED......
I LOVE YOU DADDY
R.I.P.
October 5, 2008
