Dad...
Though nothing
can bring back the hour
of splendour in the grass,
of glory in the flower.
We will grieve not,
rather find strength in what remains behind.
We remain behind, all of us in my family. My mother, my three brothers and their wives and my 4 nieces and nephews. My children who are daily reminders of how wonderful a life I grew up with.
My husband did not, and still does not have a positive male role model. His father left them as children. He remains a negative highly critical man. Last week we brought Andy's dad to the house and there was not one positive comment. too big, too expensive, unnecessary. you cant take care of this. infuriating.
I couldnt help bu think of my dad who would be there everyday to watch the progress and chat with the workers and learn something everyday.
I am an evil person but why is it that bad people can live forever and my Dad is in a fucking box in my moms bedroom?
Why is it that his Dad is almost 70 and has three kids that he doesnt see and when he does he does nothing but deflate them and my dad is dust, a memory, a nice story, and a lump in my throat that never goes away.
A man at a party today I went to today had nothing good to say about the heat, the food, the kids too loud, I wanted to scream
"I hate you! I despise every breath you take and want to smash your face in. After that I am going to shove a tube down your throat up your ass, into your penis and then paralyze you for three weeks so you cant move blink or scratch your ass. Then lets see how miserable you are because you will probably survive you son of a bitch. My Dad tolerated that torture and never ever gave up. The only response he could give us were tears. A man that I only saw cry once, when My brother got married. He cried as we told him goodbye and to go to heaven."
"Shut up you asshole or I will kill you"
I am getting more and more angry as the one year anniversary of my Dads death nears.
I dont like my life as much without him. My joys were his and that made my life sweeter.
I relly really hope pray and dream of the day I see him again. This has been a very long year.
can bring back the hour
of splendour in the grass,
of glory in the flower.
We will grieve not,
rather find strength in what remains behind.
We remain behind, all of us in my family. My mother, my three brothers and their wives and my 4 nieces and nephews. My children who are daily reminders of how wonderful a life I grew up with.
My husband did not, and still does not have a positive male role model. His father left them as children. He remains a negative highly critical man. Last week we brought Andy's dad to the house and there was not one positive comment. too big, too expensive, unnecessary. you cant take care of this. infuriating.
I couldnt help bu think of my dad who would be there everyday to watch the progress and chat with the workers and learn something everyday.
I am an evil person but why is it that bad people can live forever and my Dad is in a fucking box in my moms bedroom?
Why is it that his Dad is almost 70 and has three kids that he doesnt see and when he does he does nothing but deflate them and my dad is dust, a memory, a nice story, and a lump in my throat that never goes away.
A man at a party today I went to today had nothing good to say about the heat, the food, the kids too loud, I wanted to scream
"I hate you! I despise every breath you take and want to smash your face in. After that I am going to shove a tube down your throat up your ass, into your penis and then paralyze you for three weeks so you cant move blink or scratch your ass. Then lets see how miserable you are because you will probably survive you son of a bitch. My Dad tolerated that torture and never ever gave up. The only response he could give us were tears. A man that I only saw cry once, when My brother got married. He cried as we told him goodbye and to go to heaven."
"Shut up you asshole or I will kill you"
I am getting more and more angry as the one year anniversary of my Dads death nears.
I dont like my life as much without him. My joys were his and that made my life sweeter.
I relly really hope pray and dream of the day I see him again. This has been a very long year.
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I bet that would shut the jerk up