When i first found out
that he was not coming back
I was in the fourth grade,
and ten years old.
I started weep,
and i still do today.
I think about him everyday.
I remember the fun we had
how we would play
for hours on end.
I still remember
how he would tel me
that he loved me
and how he told me goodbye.
He always helped me
with my problems.
He always helped
learn how to walk and talk.
Now he is gone
Ihope he's alright
and i hope he misses me too.
That's my dad.
