THE FIRST MAN I LOVED
On the 4th of May in 2004 I lost the first man I ever loved. My father I miss you so much. You went without saying goodbye and we were never prepared to have you die so young. Every tear I cried that day never dries and the hurt still lingers but I hold on to the memories you gave us. You taught us to strive for the best and stick together as a family. We have all grown now, the boys are men and fathers who have become my pillars. I can run to them no matter what time of the day and they are there 24 hours.
Today though is to just say I love you, I miss you. You are the first man I ever loved and you gave us so much. I cherish every day you loved me, you were my father. You stayed around, you did not run away from the family. You were always our father. You were not a man of many words but you taught us there is a time and a place for everything. The words I hold the most dad is when you told us as we were growing up and getting to leave the house, you said, we should leave some clothes behind because if things get tough, or we decide we want to come home, our rooms will be waiting. And if there ever is a time we mess things up, just come home because you will love us anyhow. You also reminded us that whatever we wanted to do in life we would have your support. You gave us just that. I hope you are watching over us. Mum is recovering from the stroke she had just after her birthday last year. She looks even more beautiful and the courage and strength that she carries within her is beyond measure. We love you, I love you and I miss you