I miss him.
I had a dream this morning. My dad was laying on a bed, trying to get some sleep. He was in a bit of discomfort. An aunt of mine was sitting on the bed next to him, just watching over him. She told me that he was dying, and that there was nothing left that we could do.
I remember kneeling at the edge of the bed...and rubbing his back. I remember crying to him to not go...to please not go. I remember feeling choked up and beginning to cry. I was looking at him and feeling the void all over again...as if my loss had been fresh all again.
I've soldiered through the pain as best I could. Sometimes, though...I am weak. I spent a good part of my life searching for little remnants of my father that died when I was just a baby...and all the while, I neglected and took for granted the man that stepped into my life and showed me the way.
Even during his last days, I still took him for granted. He asked my mom:
"How come Paul doesn't stay home more often? He knows I'm dying..."
Dad, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you...I'm sorry that I didn't stay for you more. I wanted you to beat it...I wanted you to emerge victorious and to be back to normal again. I couldn't bear losing you...I didn't want to lose you. I wanted you to be there so that you could continue to teach me just how much of a man I have YET to become.
Forgive me for all that I did that caused you pain. Forgive me for not being a better son. Forgive me for all the times that I fell short.
Forgive me...for all the times that you felt I didn't love you.
It's been three years, Dad...and I still hurt. I still miss you...and I wish you were here to help me get my head on straight. I'm so sorry that you had to feel that way. I've always loved you...I always have. And I miss you so much now.
I feel lost without you.
Sorry, guys. I was just feeling really down and I was hurting really bad. I guess I just needed to write and get this off my chest. I'm crying...and it hurts. I had a dream about my Dad this morning...and it's been kind of a funk ever since. Actually, come to think of it...my life's been in a funk. I'm working on getting there, but sometimes I fall short.
One day...I'll get there.
I love you, Dad...
I had a dream this morning. My dad was laying on a bed, trying to get some sleep. He was in a bit of discomfort. An aunt of mine was sitting on the bed next to him, just watching over him. She told me that he was dying, and that there was nothing left that we could do.
I remember kneeling at the edge of the bed...and rubbing his back. I remember crying to him to not go...to please not go. I remember feeling choked up and beginning to cry. I was looking at him and feeling the void all over again...as if my loss had been fresh all again.
I've soldiered through the pain as best I could. Sometimes, though...I am weak. I spent a good part of my life searching for little remnants of my father that died when I was just a baby...and all the while, I neglected and took for granted the man that stepped into my life and showed me the way.
Even during his last days, I still took him for granted. He asked my mom:
"How come Paul doesn't stay home more often? He knows I'm dying..."
Dad, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you...I'm sorry that I didn't stay for you more. I wanted you to beat it...I wanted you to emerge victorious and to be back to normal again. I couldn't bear losing you...I didn't want to lose you. I wanted you to be there so that you could continue to teach me just how much of a man I have YET to become.
Forgive me for all that I did that caused you pain. Forgive me for not being a better son. Forgive me for all the times that I fell short.
Forgive me...for all the times that you felt I didn't love you.
It's been three years, Dad...and I still hurt. I still miss you...and I wish you were here to help me get my head on straight. I'm so sorry that you had to feel that way. I've always loved you...I always have. And I miss you so much now.
I feel lost without you.
Sorry, guys. I was just feeling really down and I was hurting really bad. I guess I just needed to write and get this off my chest. I'm crying...and it hurts. I had a dream about my Dad this morning...and it's been kind of a funk ever since. Actually, come to think of it...my life's been in a funk. I'm working on getting there, but sometimes I fall short.
One day...I'll get there.
I love you, Dad...