I am angry that her dad is not here to be a part of the celebration.
I am angry that her dad won't be here to read her stories at night.
I am angry that her mom is left to plan the rest of her birthday celebrations by herself.
I am angry that my niece won't remember her Daddy.
and.........
I am angry at her Dad.
Her Dad had a disease that slowly took him away from his family.
He had a stinking Dis Ease that did not allow him to see that he had choices.
He thought the only way out was to take his life.
I am angry that the medical professional did not know how to help him.
I wish he was here to be a Daddy to his little girl.
I wish he was here to say Happy Birthday.
I wish he was here to tuck her in and kiss her good night.
I wish he knew there was another answer.
2 comments:
sad... This broke my heart. I wonder how many children have this same story?
So do I!
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