daddy

On Friday feb 29th at 10:20 Pm I got the phone call I had been dreading to hear since I left home 10 years ago.

My mom, crying on the other end said 2 words to me that I never wanted to have her say to me. " Dad's Gone "

I am soooo upset and so very very sad. I should have been home. I talked with him yesterday morning but cut it short due to me having to run errands and I had classes in the afternoon. I feel so guilty for not talking longer and finding out more about what he had been doing over the last week.

My heart aches. I have been awake all night looking at pictures and reading the book he made for me.