This is a no fun post but thought it would be nice to write down some of my thoughts & feelings. Tomorrow I have to say goodbye to the very first man who loved me...my dad! Last Thursday I got a call saying they were doing CPR on my dad and that he was not responding. So I jumped in my car and drove like a crazy woman to St Cat's on Hwy 50 in Kenosha. I don't really remember driving only at one point I felt my breathe leave my body. Like I was short of breathe. Later I found out he had passed away while I was on my way. My dad was a very sick person, he was an alcoholic. He had a massive heart attack. He took one gasp of air than closed his eyes & stopped breathing. My heart is broken! I was daddy's little girl. He loved me no matter what. Every time I hung up the phone with him he said "I love you, Popper" He told me I was beautiful all the time. He loved me first! His sickness made him choose drinks over us but he never loved us less. I am proud to call him my dad & I am lucky to have been loved by him. May you rest in peace dad & watch down over me! I love you, Dad!
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
Our pretty princess
It is hard to get our boys to sit still to get a picture. On the other hand Sophie is willing to get her picture taken at anytime. She sometimes asked to get her picture taken just because. That is what she tells me when I ask why? She says "Just because mommy"
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