Well...My holidays could be better than they are, but their not...My best friend lives in North Carolina and she had called me Saturday morning to go to her father's house asap...I wasn't sure what the issue was until I got there...I had ran across town to get to her father's house a couple hours to late. Her father had passed away....I felt horrible. I knew him as well and it effect me just as much as it effect her and her family. I feel so bad for them...I wrote them a poem for their father. I will post it in the journal, but it can be found at
My Dad, My Angel
Your battle is now over.
No more tears flowing down your cheek,
Like sad waterfalls with no end.
There is no more pain,
No more suffering,
You're no longer weak.
I still don't understand,
Why did this happen to you?
I'm proud to call you my dad.
You're the greatest man I ever knew.
You fought problems,
But made it through.
You were always there for me,
For the good times,
And for the bad times.
You never made me cry,
Until the day you closed your eyes.
I knew you had to say goodbye.
Now you're my Angel,
So spread your wings out wide.
Please wrap them around me,
When you see me cry.
I can still feel your touch.
Our time together is memorable,
But God took you away too fast.
You're forever in my heart.
Love you Dad.