On Sept 11,2009 my Daddy took his life.
I don't know why...
Now I feel like I've never felt before...empty maybe...I can't think of proper word to describe it.
When I think about my Daddy I think of a funny loving man.
He was the man my real father couldn't be.
He was the first person to hold Katelyn when she came from the nursery
He walked me down the beach at my wedding.
He came to my graduation.
He loved me no matter what decisions I made.
I know I shouldnt be sad. He is in a better place. A place where money isnt necessary. Where a job isnt important. The theory I came up with while I was in Maryland was that he had to go to help my Grandma with the baby I lost last year. I guess I came up with a reason because I needed one.
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