I woke up this morning feeling good. Then I watched the news and saw the date. January 8th
my father passed away in a hospital room January 8th 1997. I was there when he took his last breath. I miss my papa smurf (that is what I called him) No wonder I am the way I am death has surrounded my life. March 31, 1987 my mom, Jan.8, 1997 my dad and June 18, 2007 my daughter.
Every ten years I lose someone I love. How did I not know this date was approaching? Life moves so fast. I can't believe it has been 11 years since he died.
I will be alright. I just wanted to rant a little. Life is too short for all this sadness that fills some of our lives. I am going to try to find the happiness today. I will remember my father and his love for me and my brothers. I will not be sad. I will celebrate what he gave me.