December 24, 1939 - March 26, 2007
My Father passed away yesterday. It doesn't feel real. I don't know what I'm suppose to do, or how to feel. I just know it hurts alot, and I feel lost. It was too soon. All I can think about is how He made me promise he could wakl me down the isle, and now he can't. I promised him he could see his grandkids whenever he wanted, and I never had any for him to see. He was a great man, and I never took the time to get to know him more. The last time I talked to him, I was in such a hurry. If only I knew then that it would be the last time I would ever talk to him, I would of made more time.