My father died on the 6th of October 1998. I miss him very dearly. Life was very easy when he was here. I could talk to him and tell him things. He was there for us. I am on my own with the children. That was the saddest day that I ever knew when God called Daddy home. I know that he is gone from me and it is not the same but I go to his grave once or twice a week and I can talk to him. I know that he cannot answer me but I get a sense that he is there. I would never forget him as he was such a good father to us.
My mother is nearly back to herself. She misses him very much, they were fifty-two years married. The 16th of May would have been his 73 rd birthday.
Hopefully, I will be moving into my house in August or September and he would have liked that. My mother is getting a house as well. We have lived all our lives in a trailer. The house will be nice for the children. They will have their own bedrooms and running water.