September 28, 2008

After a week of talking to my dad on the phone everyday after returning to San Diego. On Sunday morning at 11am my dad passed away.

I can remember exactly where I was, and what I was doing when I found out. After that...most everything was a blur.

Later that day I was on a plane going to San Jose to get to my Mom and my Sister...and my babies. We had to figure out what to do from there, and the next morning me, my mom and my sister were on a plane to Texas.

I don't know what week was worse, the one when he was in the hospital, or the week of his death. I will just say that both are the worst weeks in my whole entire life.

Lot's and lot's of bad things happened the week of my dad's passing, I think about it everyday, but all I know is that my dad is now put to rest, and that's all that matters to me.

The second chance I was supposed to have with my dad never came.

My dad was a great man, and I have so many good memories of him, and that is all I want to remember is the good things. I think about him everyday all day. I miss him and I know I will never stop missing him. I know he is looking down on the world and watching over all the people he cared for. One thing I am grateful for after all this is that the last words that I said to my dad, and that my dad said to me was I love you.