32 years and 2 hrs ago, i lost my father. I was 15 and still a child. he fell into lake west point and drown. Dad was 235 pounds. I was 120 pounds. though i had been trained in water rescue and CPR. i was not strong enough to pull him out. 2 of the 4 hardest things i have ever had to do was that night. telling my Mom that her husband had died. and then later telling my sister that our father was gone. for years i blamed my self for not being able to rescue him. but as time went by, and with a little help from family and friends i realized there was nothing i could do.. losing a parent is a heart wrenching event. the memories carry you on and help soothe the pain over the years.. but one never forgets. tears still fall year after year from those memories. and i have come to realize that in many ways my father is still alive in me. I LOVE YOU DADDY.. and though you are gone-- YOU ARE NEVER FORGOTTEN !!
Posted on: Fri, 27 Sep 2013 05:16:56 +0000
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