Just when you think your where nothing can bring you crashing down. Where your at the point your happy again. One things can really mess it all up.
Papi, I'm sorry I know you always said to be strong. And I know you always said don't cry, that life isn't as bad as it seems. You could always make me laugh even when everything around us sucked. It was fun when you picked on me telling me I had to be home at a certain time.
You treated me like a daugther, you treated me like an equal at work when no one else would. Four 5 years you brought laughter to me that really no one else could. You helped me though the hardest times after my fall when no one else would at work.
I think the hardest thing was that I didn't get to say goodbye to you. I know I promise to, I know I promise that we go out to lunch to chat so we could catch up. But you got sick, I thought knowing you were in the hospital was hard. I'm so sorry I was scared to come see you, but I didn't want my last memory of you being in the hospital.
Then everyone finds out the doctors said you have a month to live. But like the strong man you were, you proved them wrong and lived longer. You fought the cancer eating your stomach.
Now that your gone, I'm in shock and kicking myself. Which I know you don't want. I know no one understood the bond we had, and I know your not truely my father, but to me you were. Everyday when I came to work you were the first person I give my hug to.
I'll always miss you Papi, and I just want you to know. I'll be okay, I'm stronger than I was, and I'm not that scared 17 year old girl you met that day at work. That you took under your wings and taught what life was like and taught how to stand on her own. With your help I grew to the young 21 year old today who stands her ground.
Rest in Peace Papi, I love you, and I will always have you in my heart.
 Krista DarkAngel Silme · Thu Jul 14, 2005 @ 07:15am · 0 Comments |
