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He was a man I barely knew,
but, oh how I needed him as I grew.
I guess life was just too hard to stick around,
he could have helped me keep my feet on the ground.
I wished he had been there to see me all grown,
a lot less seeds I would have sown.
I still remember the songs he would sing,
to my eyes tears they still bring.
He went away when I was just twelve,
all those feelings I had to shelve.
I acted as though I took it in stride,
but in reality it really hurt my pride.
When all is said and done,
I think he missed out on so much fun.
I feel for the pain that he was in,
but that still won’t bring him back again.
Daddy Daddy I loved you so,
why, oh why did you have to go?
(This Poem was written by me many years ago during a bout of severe depression. I’m not much of a Poet or writer, but sometimes writing helps to ease my pain.)
I went to visit my father for the first time in 39 years last Sunday for his Birthday. I’m not sure why it took me this long, since I only live about an hour away. I guess I just didn’t feel like it was something I needed to do.
It took me many years to learn how to forgive him. After all I was only 12 when he chose to leave us. I just couldn’t understand how he could leave his 10 children for my Mother to raise and support alone. What could be so bad to make you want to take your own life?
This Photo was taken by my husband Charlie and it is being used with his permission.
For those who are hurting inside please remember that your emotional pain will eventually subside, but Suicide hurts the loved ones you leave behind forever!