Here today, gone forever.
A big change has happened in my life that I knew was coming. But no matter how prepaired you are for it, you wont be able to take it. My father passed away around 1:00am, November 18th, 2001. I was'nt home when I should have been. Waiting for him to call. He did call though. The answering machine took it. He voice was muffled. He said my name once. Only once. He tried to speak but could'nt. That's when the phone dropped. I could hear him coughing. Weezing. Which is when the machine hung up. Hearing this tore me to pieces. Slamming my fist into the wall. I later thought about how my hand did'nt break. Four dents remain in the wood. Everything is mine now. But I don't want any of it. I'd give everything away if it ment just one chance to say goodbye. That I will be ok. So he did'nt have to worry about me as he passed on. A veterans burial will be done once my aunt and grandmother returns. A flag, the rifles. Everything a veteran deserves. Just the way he wanted it. I was'nt there for him when he needed me most. But I wont let him down in my life. I'll miss him always.