Astrid_Shadow
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As of midnight tonight its officially the anniversary of my first step fathers death. This man first came into my life in 2010. He was the first person I actually considered as a father figure. He was with my mom when she came to get me back in 2010. I was adopted and I wanted out of that family so I called my mom to come get me and she arrived with that man.
His name was Mike. He was a really great guy. He died when I was 3 months pregnant. He promised me he would be there for my son and he didn't even live to see his birth. Its been officially 5 years since his death and I try not to make it look like its getting to me, I try to pretend everything is ok but I am breaking down. He was an amazing man, taken too soon cause the doctors didn't figure out his sickness soon enough. He died sitting on the couch with a coffee in one hand and a tv remote in the other.
I'll never forget him. I miss him so much. Nothing will ever be the same with his passing. He saw me as his own daughter. I can't be alone on the anniversary and I know I have my mom, my new step dad, my sisters but I still feel so alone. I wasn't even allowed at the funeral and neither was my mom. We were both devastated.
At first I was in denial when he died, I couldn't believe it. He was so full of life. I would stay up and wait for him to come home from work and he didn't get home til 3 am. I used to go wake him up with a coffee and a cigarette every morning. I know I'll always have my memories It gets harder every year...I miss him so much. He may not have been my biological father but he was close enough.
His name was Mike. He was a really great guy. He died when I was 3 months pregnant. He promised me he would be there for my son and he didn't even live to see his birth. Its been officially 5 years since his death and I try not to make it look like its getting to me, I try to pretend everything is ok but I am breaking down. He was an amazing man, taken too soon cause the doctors didn't figure out his sickness soon enough. He died sitting on the couch with a coffee in one hand and a tv remote in the other.
I'll never forget him. I miss him so much. Nothing will ever be the same with his passing. He saw me as his own daughter. I can't be alone on the anniversary and I know I have my mom, my new step dad, my sisters but I still feel so alone. I wasn't even allowed at the funeral and neither was my mom. We were both devastated.
At first I was in denial when he died, I couldn't believe it. He was so full of life. I would stay up and wait for him to come home from work and he didn't get home til 3 am. I used to go wake him up with a coffee and a cigarette every morning. I know I'll always have my memories It gets harder every year...I miss him so much. He may not have been my biological father but he was close enough.
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