March 21, 2021
March 21, 2021
To the most awesome brother in the world! I love you and miss you more than words will ever tell! You will be forever missed. Happy Birthday
This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, FREDERICK GEE, 48 years old, born on March 21, 1967, and passed away on December 7, 2015. We will remember him forever.
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December 7, 2017
December 7, 2017
Here we are. 2 years later, and I am still nowhere close to peace with the suffering and pain you put me through. I love you, Dad, but you put me through Hell and back - and hopefully that's not where you are right now, but then again, I'm not sure.
Everyone sings your praises. Everyone talks about how wonderful you were, about how special you were, about what you could have been - but you WEREN'T. Yes, anyone can "could've been," but you chose NOT to be.
You chose other women over my mother. You chose your crappy friends over a family. You chose drugs over me and my brother.
My brother doesn't even remember you. He never saw you as a father, because you were always more of a crazy uncle, hooked on drugs. You were never there for him, even if you were there for me the first 5 years of my life. He doesn't know you. He sees another man as his father because you wouldn't step up and do your job. How does that feel?
I made new friends, dad. I wrote new songs. I became a better person. I met the love of my life and lost him - and you never saw any of it happen.
Who's supposed to hug me and tell me it's okay when I'm scared?
Who's supposed to watch me chase my dreams and support me?
Who's supposed to walk me down the aisle?
You destroyed my self esteem. I used to be confident, but the way you treated me, the way you didn't care, the things you called me when you were high as a kite, all of that stuff destroyed it.
Every memory I have isn't as I remember it. I think of us swimming, and try to be happy - but I know you were doing drug deals in that pool house. I think of Christmas, and how we went to the square - but you were high when you took us. I think of our car rides, and how we laughed and sang to the music - but then I think of how you drove drunk and high at the same time - WITH US IN THE CAR. How is that supposed to show that you care?
I cried. I begged. I lied. I cheated. I stole. I tried everything. Nothing made you stay.
You asked me to steal - I did it.
You asked me to lie - I did it.
You asked me to cheat - I did it.
I babysat you at 9 years old. When I needed you, I had to babysit, picking up the shards of your mess, instead of coming to you with my problems.
You'll never see my success, if I achieve it. You'll never see my wedding, if I have one. You'll never see my first album, if my dream comes true.
You never even heard the song you asked to hear.
And all of that, Dad, is because of your stupid choices.
Your stupid friends.
Your stupid girlfriends.
Your stupid drugs.
Your stupid addiction to going above and beyond to prove that you didn't have to listen to anyone or anything.
You never even got a real job, because you didn't want someone telling you what to do.
*
I love you. So much. I will never stop. It will always hurt. It will always tear me apart inside, living with the fact that you didn't love me too.
You loved me for a few years, yes. But you chose drugs over me. That, to me, is a breaking of love. You chose something that would destroy you over a family that would and still does love you.
This is the most difficult day of my year - every year. I don't speak. I'm afraid to.
Dad, I wish I could be everyone else. I wish I could sing your praises. But there are none to sing. There are none to worship. There are only those to grieve, and make sure that I do not ever repeat.
But out of all of this, you did teach me something:
How to treat people.
Because treating people the way you did will destroy them too - and I never want to do that.
I'll admit, I haven't been stellar at that lately. I've treated the ones I love with hatred, and betrayal. But that's changing - because I refuse to become like you.
So, here's my tribute to you. I wish it was happier, I really do. But it can't be.
However, just because you were a disappointment of a father does not mean my love is nonexistent.
I love you. Forever, always, and it's never-ending. If you can see this right now, never forget that. You are still my dad, and my rock. I love you.
Everyone sings your praises. Everyone talks about how wonderful you were, about how special you were, about what you could have been - but you WEREN'T. Yes, anyone can "could've been," but you chose NOT to be.
You chose other women over my mother. You chose your crappy friends over a family. You chose drugs over me and my brother.
My brother doesn't even remember you. He never saw you as a father, because you were always more of a crazy uncle, hooked on drugs. You were never there for him, even if you were there for me the first 5 years of my life. He doesn't know you. He sees another man as his father because you wouldn't step up and do your job. How does that feel?
I made new friends, dad. I wrote new songs. I became a better person. I met the love of my life and lost him - and you never saw any of it happen.
Who's supposed to hug me and tell me it's okay when I'm scared?
Who's supposed to watch me chase my dreams and support me?
Who's supposed to walk me down the aisle?
You destroyed my self esteem. I used to be confident, but the way you treated me, the way you didn't care, the things you called me when you were high as a kite, all of that stuff destroyed it.
Every memory I have isn't as I remember it. I think of us swimming, and try to be happy - but I know you were doing drug deals in that pool house. I think of Christmas, and how we went to the square - but you were high when you took us. I think of our car rides, and how we laughed and sang to the music - but then I think of how you drove drunk and high at the same time - WITH US IN THE CAR. How is that supposed to show that you care?
I cried. I begged. I lied. I cheated. I stole. I tried everything. Nothing made you stay.
You asked me to steal - I did it.
You asked me to lie - I did it.
You asked me to cheat - I did it.
I babysat you at 9 years old. When I needed you, I had to babysit, picking up the shards of your mess, instead of coming to you with my problems.
You'll never see my success, if I achieve it. You'll never see my wedding, if I have one. You'll never see my first album, if my dream comes true.
You never even heard the song you asked to hear.
And all of that, Dad, is because of your stupid choices.
Your stupid friends.
Your stupid girlfriends.
Your stupid drugs.
Your stupid addiction to going above and beyond to prove that you didn't have to listen to anyone or anything.
You never even got a real job, because you didn't want someone telling you what to do.
*
I love you. So much. I will never stop. It will always hurt. It will always tear me apart inside, living with the fact that you didn't love me too.
You loved me for a few years, yes. But you chose drugs over me. That, to me, is a breaking of love. You chose something that would destroy you over a family that would and still does love you.
This is the most difficult day of my year - every year. I don't speak. I'm afraid to.
Dad, I wish I could be everyone else. I wish I could sing your praises. But there are none to sing. There are none to worship. There are only those to grieve, and make sure that I do not ever repeat.
But out of all of this, you did teach me something:
How to treat people.
Because treating people the way you did will destroy them too - and I never want to do that.
I'll admit, I haven't been stellar at that lately. I've treated the ones I love with hatred, and betrayal. But that's changing - because I refuse to become like you.
So, here's my tribute to you. I wish it was happier, I really do. But it can't be.
However, just because you were a disappointment of a father does not mean my love is nonexistent.
I love you. Forever, always, and it's never-ending. If you can see this right now, never forget that. You are still my dad, and my rock. I love you.
January 6, 2016
January 6, 2016
I'm soooo sorry for yalls loss and will be keeping y'all n my thoughts. Plz let the rest of the family know as well. Let me know if y'all need anything.
December 31, 2015
December 31, 2015
My Uncle Freddie was the most giving man that I have ever met! He would do anything for his family and friends! He was taken from us expectedly and the pain is overwhelming! I love you Uncle Freddie!!! You will always hold a special place in my heart! Miss you...RIP Frederick Armand Gee!!!
December 31, 2015
December 31, 2015
It's hard to believe that you are gone. I'm so glad God gave me the opportunity to be your sister for 48 years. I really miss you and love you more than words will ever tell. I may not have all the answers but I trust God has the perfect plan. Never forgotten Freddie (porko).
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March 21, 2021
March 21, 2021
To the most awesome brother in the world! I love you and miss you more than words will ever tell! You will be forever missed. Happy Birthday
December 7, 2017
December 7, 2017
Here we are. 2 years later, and I am still nowhere close to peace with the suffering and pain you put me through. I love you, Dad, but you put me through Hell and back - and hopefully that's not where you are right now, but then again, I'm not sure.
Everyone sings your praises. Everyone talks about how wonderful you were, about how special you were, about what you could have been - but you WEREN'T. Yes, anyone can "could've been," but you chose NOT to be.
You chose other women over my mother. You chose your crappy friends over a family. You chose drugs over me and my brother.
My brother doesn't even remember you. He never saw you as a father, because you were always more of a crazy uncle, hooked on drugs. You were never there for him, even if you were there for me the first 5 years of my life. He doesn't know you. He sees another man as his father because you wouldn't step up and do your job. How does that feel?
I made new friends, dad. I wrote new songs. I became a better person. I met the love of my life and lost him - and you never saw any of it happen.
Who's supposed to hug me and tell me it's okay when I'm scared?
Who's supposed to watch me chase my dreams and support me?
Who's supposed to walk me down the aisle?
You destroyed my self esteem. I used to be confident, but the way you treated me, the way you didn't care, the things you called me when you were high as a kite, all of that stuff destroyed it.
Every memory I have isn't as I remember it. I think of us swimming, and try to be happy - but I know you were doing drug deals in that pool house. I think of Christmas, and how we went to the square - but you were high when you took us. I think of our car rides, and how we laughed and sang to the music - but then I think of how you drove drunk and high at the same time - WITH US IN THE CAR. How is that supposed to show that you care?
I cried. I begged. I lied. I cheated. I stole. I tried everything. Nothing made you stay.
You asked me to steal - I did it.
You asked me to lie - I did it.
You asked me to cheat - I did it.
I babysat you at 9 years old. When I needed you, I had to babysit, picking up the shards of your mess, instead of coming to you with my problems.
You'll never see my success, if I achieve it. You'll never see my wedding, if I have one. You'll never see my first album, if my dream comes true.
You never even heard the song you asked to hear.
And all of that, Dad, is because of your stupid choices.
Your stupid friends.
Your stupid girlfriends.
Your stupid drugs.
Your stupid addiction to going above and beyond to prove that you didn't have to listen to anyone or anything.
You never even got a real job, because you didn't want someone telling you what to do.
*
I love you. So much. I will never stop. It will always hurt. It will always tear me apart inside, living with the fact that you didn't love me too.
You loved me for a few years, yes. But you chose drugs over me. That, to me, is a breaking of love. You chose something that would destroy you over a family that would and still does love you.
This is the most difficult day of my year - every year. I don't speak. I'm afraid to.
Dad, I wish I could be everyone else. I wish I could sing your praises. But there are none to sing. There are none to worship. There are only those to grieve, and make sure that I do not ever repeat.
But out of all of this, you did teach me something:
How to treat people.
Because treating people the way you did will destroy them too - and I never want to do that.
I'll admit, I haven't been stellar at that lately. I've treated the ones I love with hatred, and betrayal. But that's changing - because I refuse to become like you.
So, here's my tribute to you. I wish it was happier, I really do. But it can't be.
However, just because you were a disappointment of a father does not mean my love is nonexistent.
I love you. Forever, always, and it's never-ending. If you can see this right now, never forget that. You are still my dad, and my rock. I love you.
Everyone sings your praises. Everyone talks about how wonderful you were, about how special you were, about what you could have been - but you WEREN'T. Yes, anyone can "could've been," but you chose NOT to be.
You chose other women over my mother. You chose your crappy friends over a family. You chose drugs over me and my brother.
My brother doesn't even remember you. He never saw you as a father, because you were always more of a crazy uncle, hooked on drugs. You were never there for him, even if you were there for me the first 5 years of my life. He doesn't know you. He sees another man as his father because you wouldn't step up and do your job. How does that feel?
I made new friends, dad. I wrote new songs. I became a better person. I met the love of my life and lost him - and you never saw any of it happen.
Who's supposed to hug me and tell me it's okay when I'm scared?
Who's supposed to watch me chase my dreams and support me?
Who's supposed to walk me down the aisle?
You destroyed my self esteem. I used to be confident, but the way you treated me, the way you didn't care, the things you called me when you were high as a kite, all of that stuff destroyed it.
Every memory I have isn't as I remember it. I think of us swimming, and try to be happy - but I know you were doing drug deals in that pool house. I think of Christmas, and how we went to the square - but you were high when you took us. I think of our car rides, and how we laughed and sang to the music - but then I think of how you drove drunk and high at the same time - WITH US IN THE CAR. How is that supposed to show that you care?
I cried. I begged. I lied. I cheated. I stole. I tried everything. Nothing made you stay.
You asked me to steal - I did it.
You asked me to lie - I did it.
You asked me to cheat - I did it.
I babysat you at 9 years old. When I needed you, I had to babysit, picking up the shards of your mess, instead of coming to you with my problems.
You'll never see my success, if I achieve it. You'll never see my wedding, if I have one. You'll never see my first album, if my dream comes true.
You never even heard the song you asked to hear.
And all of that, Dad, is because of your stupid choices.
Your stupid friends.
Your stupid girlfriends.
Your stupid drugs.
Your stupid addiction to going above and beyond to prove that you didn't have to listen to anyone or anything.
You never even got a real job, because you didn't want someone telling you what to do.
*
I love you. So much. I will never stop. It will always hurt. It will always tear me apart inside, living with the fact that you didn't love me too.
You loved me for a few years, yes. But you chose drugs over me. That, to me, is a breaking of love. You chose something that would destroy you over a family that would and still does love you.
This is the most difficult day of my year - every year. I don't speak. I'm afraid to.
Dad, I wish I could be everyone else. I wish I could sing your praises. But there are none to sing. There are none to worship. There are only those to grieve, and make sure that I do not ever repeat.
But out of all of this, you did teach me something:
How to treat people.
Because treating people the way you did will destroy them too - and I never want to do that.
I'll admit, I haven't been stellar at that lately. I've treated the ones I love with hatred, and betrayal. But that's changing - because I refuse to become like you.
So, here's my tribute to you. I wish it was happier, I really do. But it can't be.
However, just because you were a disappointment of a father does not mean my love is nonexistent.
I love you. Forever, always, and it's never-ending. If you can see this right now, never forget that. You are still my dad, and my rock. I love you.
January 6, 2016
January 6, 2016
I'm soooo sorry for yalls loss and will be keeping y'all n my thoughts. Plz let the rest of the family know as well. Let me know if y'all need anything.
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