I lost my father on December 12th 2008, when I was 9, I know it was a while ago and I should be better now but I can't stop thinking about him it hurts so much, I see my friends dads loving them and I don't have a dad to love me , my life would be so different and I know I would be so much happier if he was here, he would have moved down to where I lived, taught me how to drive, walk me down the aisle. but yet he had a bad addiction with drugs which caused him and my mom to split when I was only 4 months . I read his letters he wrote to me about how much he needed me and loved me but my family says it's all the work of a con artist and that he was a bad man, I know in my heart he wasn't bad, he just had his struggles with drugs. And then that dreadful day in 2008 my grandma and grandpa found him dead in his sleep. overdosed. when I got the call I felt my heart break .. I heard it . And I lost something in me that day and I know I will never ever get it back . I am 13 now and this whole thing has put me in a depression , like why me .. I deserve a dad don't i ? he wanted to get better for me ... I'm sorry for everyone that has lost a parent . stay strong . <3
