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It's now been two weeks since my Daddy passed away. I've stayed with my Mom these past two weeks in West Virginia telling everyone that I was helping her get on her feet. Truthfully, I needed to stay. I needed my Mom just as much as she needed me.
It has been a very, very tough time. I cry at everything. I see him everywhere here. Being a person who was never sure about what she believes in spiritually, I have spent nights begging a higher power that he is safe, that he is happy and is watching over me. I have to believe that. I couldn't get through this otherwise.
When he died, my Mom was holding his hand telling him how much she loved him and how much she would miss him. When he passed he was still looking at her. It was so peaceful that she didn't even know he was gone until the nurse told her. He was a man that was never afraid of death because he truly believed that he was going to a much better place.
I miss him so much. I miss him picking on me (in a loving way). I miss his singing. I miss his smile. Most of all, I just miss him. I would give anything to hug him one more time. To tell him how glad I was that he was my Dad.
I have just started down this very long road of healing. I know this is something that you never quite get over. For those friends that have tried to contact me, please be patient. I try to do a little every day, but it's still so hard for me to face life without him.
In loving memory
James Michael Cox
April 14, 1946 - March 8, 2008
It has been a very, very tough time. I cry at everything. I see him everywhere here. Being a person who was never sure about what she believes in spiritually, I have spent nights begging a higher power that he is safe, that he is happy and is watching over me. I have to believe that. I couldn't get through this otherwise.
When he died, my Mom was holding his hand telling him how much she loved him and how much she would miss him. When he passed he was still looking at her. It was so peaceful that she didn't even know he was gone until the nurse told her. He was a man that was never afraid of death because he truly believed that he was going to a much better place.
I miss him so much. I miss him picking on me (in a loving way). I miss his singing. I miss his smile. Most of all, I just miss him. I would give anything to hug him one more time. To tell him how glad I was that he was my Dad.
I have just started down this very long road of healing. I know this is something that you never quite get over. For those friends that have tried to contact me, please be patient. I try to do a little every day, but it's still so hard for me to face life without him.
In loving memory
James Michael Cox
April 14, 1946 - March 8, 2008