Hell

Every time I am faced with death, I am faced with my father's over again. I see him in every casket. Every time someone close to me loses someone, I relive that phone call. I never got to say goodbye. And in the weeks that followed, everyone said they were sorry from a distance. No one came to see me. I was alone with Craig and he was wonderful to me then, supporting me and crying with me for a man he'd only seen alive once. But my friends? Where were they? This is what I remember when I see death. My father is dead, and I am alone. And he was the only one who truly knew what it was for me to be alone. Since his death, I have lost him over again half a dozen times, and as I am young, there will be many, many more. But I don't think this pain will ever lessen.

I want my daddy.