Nov. 10, 1991... My father was 42 years old, not in the greatest of health. It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon and we were working on my car. I looked him in his eyes as he fell over and hit the ground. Just about 7 mins goes by, 911 has been called and with help on the way I told him how much I loved and needed him, but as I cried he took his last breath on this earth in my arms. I never thought that, at 21 I would no longer have my father, and I know he didnt want to go. Life is very fragile and fleeting, we must make the best of what time we have on this earth and not waste a single second on useless drama. Families should be the strongest at there worst times. Think about tomorrow and if you no longer have tomorrows, what is the legacy you are leaving in the hearts of your children and how will they remember you. Children, you do the same, what are you leaving behind? Loving memories or drama? I love all of my girls, and Aiden. I pray I leave love and strength in their hearts and a foundation of integrity and respect.
Posted on: Mon, 11 Aug 2014 22:39:29 +0000
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