Faceless Name

this poem has touched me so much... I feel like I wrote it myself... I feel exactly the same.. I father passed away January 13 2009, unexpectedly of a heart attack... I never knew something was even wrong with him.... unfortunately my sister and I found him lying dead in his bed... cold an hard... I screamed at the top of my lungs!!! And every single day since then that's all I think of an I cry and cry an cry!... Everything reminds me of him. and everything makes me cry... I will never heal... I will never see life the same... and I feel incomplete..

This is how I feel everyday, after almost 2 years without my dad. I don't know if the pain ever stops but I know that by people like you writing these wonderful poems, it does help to ease the pain for us who don't know how to express how we feel. What a painful process there is in losing the first man to love you

I can relate to this so much. I lost my dad unexpectedly on March 28, 2009. I remember that night he went to his friends house. He called me and I didn't want to answer because he always called, always wanted to make sure that I was ok. Something made me answer and I remember talking to him not knowing that after I hung up that would be the last I love you I ever told him or heard. He died from a heart attack on a cold garage floor alone. Not how I ever imagined him to go. Till this day I blame myself. If only I had him pick me up maybe that would have given him just one more day. I will forever miss him. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't look at his picture and cry just a little. I wish I could just see him and hear his voice one more time. I never got to say good-bye.

This poem made me cry. This month on the 18th will make 4 years that my dad passed away. There isn't one day that goes by when I don't think about him. My life is like hell now. The 18th is the second to last day of school for me and I will be crying my eyes out. I miss my daddy so much. People tell me to move on in life and that I can't change what happened. I know I can't, but sometimes as I just stand and watch my family, it feels like my life is just a dream. My mom is 39 and I have 3 siblings. I have an older sister and 2 younger brothers. My sister was 14 when our dad passed away, I was 10, and my brothers were 9 and 7. We didn't have much time with my dad. And my sister is now 18 and she is getting married next month. I'm the maid of honor and my brothers are walking her down the aisle. My sister wishes our dad could be here to give her away, but he can't. I'm only 14 right now, but I can't imagine the day when I walk down the aisle and my dad isn't there to give me away.

Thank you all so much for your stories, they really have touched me! For me it has been six years going on seven in August. That is always the hardest sense he passed two days before my birthday. Things finally better then they were, I still miss him everyday but life continues on.
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