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[aid] => mick
[title] => proud to be your daughter, daddy.
[time] => 2006-06-19 13:26:41
[hometext] => a day that changed my life forever. dec 27, 2004
[bodytext] => The man i admire is laying under here... a tear sheds down my face as i read to myself here lies the body of..taking a deep gulp while trying more competently not to yell out "why him god, why him?" I try searching for answers, but none are found.. All i can do is look over at the casket and feel weakness. As if nothing will ever be right again. How could it be that such a marvelous man was taken away so quickly? I dont know. I remember you lying there, in the snow... trying to gasp for air as i held your hand, crying, and barefooted. Saying to myself please daddy, dont die, ill do anything! gazing into the red lights of the ambulance thinking.. ill never be the same again, my life, as i know it, is over. a year gone by and i still remember that day like it was yesterday, daddy. I still do. Wondering now, as im sitting here..typing this, why that very day, the day that help wasn't able to get there soon enough, why was it your day? Car rides just aren't the same without you driving and rapping with me, daddy. They're just not. Remembering all the times we fought, i now know, that you were trying to make me the person you knew i could be, and im going to live up to that. I can surely say, im proud to be your daughter, daddy. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 363 [topic] => 15 [informant] => xxineedyou [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => FathersDayPoems )
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