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Well my sister called me to say that my dad was in the hospital with chest pains and that she was directing my mom there. Even as she said it I didnt feel right. Usually with me I think that everything will be fine and that no one should even worry because, of course you'll be fine you have to be...my dad died a half an hour after she called me.
Even though I guess i wasnt really close to him I cant really say that sadness can even fully describe the way I feel. So many things I havent said to him, so many times I didnt say that i loved him back. When i was younger I hated him, but college and now the military have shown me that all he really did was have my interests in mind. He always gave me anything i wanted even when the family may have been a little low on cash, he just wouldnt get that extra thing he wanted to make up for it. What really makes it all worse for me is that he died so close to retirement. So close to the crown jewel of a wonderfully successful career and it all ends suddenly with only half a year to his 30 year mark. Of course none of it matters now because he's in a much better place ( I know its cliche, but I've always had a special place in my heart for that saying), away from the violence of an unsure country and a seemingly pre-apocalyptic world.
His name was Alphonse Agustus Abramson and he was (and still is) my dad. I love you and I miss you.
Even though I guess i wasnt really close to him I cant really say that sadness can even fully describe the way I feel. So many things I havent said to him, so many times I didnt say that i loved him back. When i was younger I hated him, but college and now the military have shown me that all he really did was have my interests in mind. He always gave me anything i wanted even when the family may have been a little low on cash, he just wouldnt get that extra thing he wanted to make up for it. What really makes it all worse for me is that he died so close to retirement. So close to the crown jewel of a wonderfully successful career and it all ends suddenly with only half a year to his 30 year mark. Of course none of it matters now because he's in a much better place ( I know its cliche, but I've always had a special place in my heart for that saying), away from the violence of an unsure country and a seemingly pre-apocalyptic world.
His name was Alphonse Agustus Abramson and he was (and still is) my dad. I love you and I miss you.