drip drip drip
Yeah I know I haven't updated for a while but, oh well...So like most people this might seem sad but I need to get it off my chest.. a man named Edd whom was friends with my dad, his wife lidia, was friends with my mom, and he had a step-daughter, heather, who is 15 and is my good friend...and then there is kyle whom is 5 and absolutly loves his dad, Edd...Edd hated Cali, just a few weeks ago Edd finally got his wish, he retired from the military and just after a whole week of driving in this car he made it to Virgina...2 days have passed and Edd was about to hit the road baq to Cali to get some more furniture, when Edd died of a heart attack...When the ambulance arrived kyle watched as the men carried his dad away...
can you imagine...being 5 years old....your dad...this guy that you love so much and that plays with you everyday, you just don't understand...why isn't dad waking up...why does dad look so pale...
At the funeral, Kyle went up to the open casket and he sat there for a long time just touching his daddys face and trying to understand as a 5 year old why does his mommy keep on crying and telling him he has to say good-bye....
As I sat in my room remember this, I realized that my dad is about the same age as Edd...this can happen to him any time...
Ever since I was 8 yrs old I have come to terms that my dad is much older...ever since then, every few months...every few weeks..and lately every day..I cry at the thought that God can take my mom or dad away from me...I know it must seem ridicules that I cry over such a stupid matter b/c that could always happen any day at any time...but I realized that from the age of 1-whatever age you find a husband/wife...your life is revolved around your parents...they are the ones that taught you to be the way you are...the way you are and the person you will become is all bits and pieces of your parents, as much as you doubt it..it's true....most people are married when they lose their parents, because when you have that special person...you have much more to live for...but at 15...they are the reason I live...although b/c of them I want to scream and cut off my arm...and of course I love all of my friends to death.....but without them I don't have much of a reason to live...
P.S sorry so sad....just what I was thinking