On Sept. 17th, I recieved a phone call while driving home that my Daughter's dad was found dead in his home after never showing up for work that morning. I fell to pieces and could'nt believe my ears, my 1st thought was how was I going to tell my 7 yr.old daughter that her father was dead. Then the thought of how am I gonna raise her alone came to mind knowing that she loved her daddy and this news would crush her.
The time finally came for me to tell her when she got home from school, there was no way around it. One look at me and she knew somethin was terribly wrong and wanted to know right away! I told her the best way I could possibly find and as suspected she busted out crying hysterically.
To this day she still talks about him as if he is still here and does'nt show much sorrow, almost as if it still has'nt sunk in yet. I on the other hand have sleepless nights and still have days where all I can do is cry. He was a great father and deffinately a one of a kind person and I will miss him dearly.
I hope all of you who read this value your loved ones, there are never any gaurantees on life and one day you could wake up and they're gone. I also wish that nobody has to ever tell thier child that one of thier parents are gone forever, especially this close to the holidays.
Britt just visited her dad's grave last weekend for his birthday (Dec 1st.) and I'm sure she'll be back there on Christmas. I know that if she could have just one wish for Christmas that it would be, to see her Daddy just one more time.
This has got to stop!!! If we dont protect our children, who will?
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I posted a video earlier today of Pink's song Dear Mr.President and a few of my military friends were quick to voice thier opinions on it. However I did'nt really listen to it until later after seeing thier comments and I'm apologizing to them now. For anyone who thinks they can run this country any better, go 4 it! Our president may not be the brightest star in the sky but he's persistant as hell!! To those who dont believe in our war....where were you when we were attacked and those towers came down? Maybe you should think before you speak...it could have been you who lost your life or a loved one.
That's why we are at war...to ensure we are'nt the unexpecting victims again, so that we can sit on CT and bitch and moan, so we can sleep well at night knowing we are safe. All compliments of the Soldiers who risk thier lives everyday so that we may have the right to bitch etc. I dont think anyone will ever truly realize thier sacrifice they make for our country and for our freedom. So with all that said, I do sincerly support our troops and can never Thank You all enough....my prayers are with you and your family always!
Below is something I ran across and found it very heartbreaking...maybe it'll help open some eyes but if not, that's your right...the rights OUR Soldiers fight for everyday!!
Small Pain In My Chest
by Michael Mack
The soldier boy was sitting calmly underneath that tree.
As I approached it, I could see him beckoning to me.
The battle had been long and hard and lasted through the night
And scores of figures on the ground lay still by morning's light.
"I wonder if you'd help me, sir", he smiled as best he could.
"A sip of water on this morn would surely do me good.
We fought all day and fought all night with scarcely any rest -
A sip of water for I have a small pain in my chest."
As I looked at him, I could see the large stain on his shirt
All reddish-brown from his warm blood mixed in with Asian dirt.
"Not much", said he. "I count myself more lucky than the rest.
They're all gone while I just have a small pain in my chest."
"Must be fatigue", he weakly smiled. "I must be getting old.
I see the sun is shining bright and yet I'm feeling cold.
We climbed the hill, two hundred strong, but as we cleared the crest,
The night exploded and I felt this small pain in my chest."
"I looked around to get some aid - the only things I found
Were big, deep craters in the earth - bodies on the ground.
I kept on firing at them, sir. I tried to do my best,
But finally sat down with this small pain in my chest."
"I'm grateful, sir", he whispered, as I handed my canteen
And smiled a smile that was, I think, the brightest that I've seen.
"Seems silly that a man my size so full of vim and zest,
Could find himself defeated by a small pain in his chest."
"What would my wife be thinking of her man so strong and grown,
If she could see me sitting here, too weak to stand alone?
Could my mother have imagined, as she held me to her breast,
That I'd be sitting HERE one day with this pain in my chest?"
"Can it be getting dark so soon?" He winced up at the sun.
"It's growing dim and I thought that the day had just begun.
I think, before I travel on, I'll get a little rest ..........
And, quietly, the boy died from that small pain in his chest.
I don't recall what happened then. I think I must have cried;
I put my arms around him and I pulled him to my side
And, as I held him to me, I could feel our wounds were pressed
The large one in my heart against the small one in his chest.
GOD BLESS YOU ALL...PAST, PRESENT, AND FUTURE!!
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