This day in June is the hardest. 6 29 2021
This was a horrible morning for sure. I relive it in my head a lot. Not something I like to share and to be honest I am glad it is in my head and not on a photo, it is hard enough to keep it out of my head and heart.
The images of that moment I lost My Dad. My hero, My Santa Claus, My Easter Bunny, and My Protector.
My Life and My heart has never been the same. The heart lost a big piece that day and the void is like a big hole in it.
At 12:45 I watched my daddy take his last breath and his last heart beat diminish. I watched how PSP ravaged my Dad’s body and there was not a damn thing I/or anyone else can do.
Dad became his own hero of his disease. As much as he did not want to go on with a disease that affecting every part of his being.Lost doing all the things he loved to do.
He became a Hero of his disease. In the process he showed me how to have courage, to have strength, to have love for others even if they could not love back. I have become my own warrior of my diseases because of My Dad.
Would I would not give to hear his voice, his laughter, and his stupid jokes to see him as he aged. Something that I will never have that chance to see.
Until we meet again Daddy..
I miss you so so much and I love you forever,
Your Baby Girl Tina