A life lost

 It's coming up on a year now, since the heartbreaking death of my beloved father. It feels weird to me even typing the word "father", he was my daddy and I was his little girl! You know since I could remember, my dad has smoked... I remember begging and pleading to him to stop all the time. As I got older, I started the nasty habit, and my dad would tell me how disgusting I looked when I smoked and how disappointed he was in me for picking up that habit. Well one day my dad decided to quit, not too long after he had a stroke. Hearing that news, was what I thought to be the worst news ever. I rushed to Colorado to see him! When Tina, my sister, took me to see him in the ICU, I couldn't even look at him. That wasn't my dad in there all hooked up to machines and tubes down his throat. I couldn't face the fact that my dad wasn't doing ok. But if you knew my dad, you knew he was a very strong, stubborn man! He fought such a hard battle, after that 1st time in the hospital, he got better and got out.... But he was back in again. That went on for a couple years. There was times when I'd get a phone call, someone telling me I'd have to say my last words to him over the phone, and that was devastating! But he came out of it. Then I had my son, I had to introduce them! I knew they would be the best of buds! So we went out for Father's Day 2009 and Gage met Grandpa! I'll never forget that trip because it was the last time that I got to hug my dad. 3 months later, the morning before my birthday, the phone rang.... It was Tina. She spoke words that I dreaded hearing, I fell to the ground while Shane held me. I lost my daddy. He was sick before he died, but it seemed like every time he was sick, he would fight and get better. Maybe he was tired of fighting. Maybe he just needed a break! I love you Daddy, and I always will.