I remember when I was younger, my dad would tell me stories of where he had been, and did. One particular story stuck out for me. When I was 18 months old I was diagnosed with seizures.I was either 2 or 3 when I had gone into a very very violent one to where I stopped breathing, and my dad was the one that saved my life. Quite literately, I would not be here if it were not for my dad. I miss him to this day. I love him more than anything, I was a daddy's girl through and through.
May 4, 2015
by Tanya Gandee