Goin On...

It's getting easier to think of Daddy and instead of the memory of his deceased body; I remember good times. The last half of my life my Father was a good father to me and showed me how he loved me...like a father loves a daughter. I am grateful for the time I had with him.

Grieving...

I lost my father at such a young age. We both new the drinking would be the end of him but I guess I never actually thought he would be gone forever. I remember being so very paranoid when the voices would say that my parents would die the next day or something like that. I would be sooo afraid that I would pray right then and there. Now, I pray that God doesn't take my mother at such a young age. I want time with her doing things we used to do. .. Yard sales and flea markets but then it might remind her too much of Larry.

grieving....I'm hurting to death...when I think of Daddy and he's not in any pain anymore.