Jun 13, 2008 07:39PM
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I am really having a hard time with fathers day again. I do every year. The only difference this year is i am not loading up on pills before i go to the cemetary. In May of 2005 i ended up leaving my job i had been at for 14 years to become my fathers caregiver. He had brain cancer(melanoma). The doctors said becuz of his physical and mental toughness he made it longer than he should of. He was a military man all his life. I was his little girl even at my age. I ended up moving in with him for about 5 months after we came home from the hospital. His memory and coordination was affected the last few months. I would still be there taking care of him if he was still alive. That man ate, slept and breathed thru me. I was his strength and i got that from him. Im not saying i am great or anything like that but we had a bond that was indescribable. So as i think about sunday my little heart is breaking. I know he wouldnt want me to feel this way. He would tell me snook(always called me that, short for snookenheimer and no clue where that came from!!!) dry your tears and remember you are a part of me and we shared the best 10 months of our lives and did things together that alot of fathers and daughters never get a chance to do. I know he is looking down on me now and saying thats my girl, you are clean and i am damn proud of you. It is sooo hard to see other daughters with their fathers as i ache so bad to be with mine. He was 66 when he died and i feel robbed. Honestly i dont think i ever took the time to mourn as i started using really bad after he died. I see his face in my dreams on occasion and wish i could just see him and touch his hands. I worry that i will forget his voice. I will go to the cemetary and hang his card on the shepards hook we have out there and i will sit and cry. Daddy i miss you soo much and i love you with everything i have. Iknow you arent in pain anymore but this hurts so bad. snook