Sunday, January 16, 2011
My Daddy's Gone
My daddy is gone. The little child inside me asks "when is he coming back?" The answer is he's not. My daddy had a heart of gold that tarnished like silver with every sip of whiskey. We had our struggles but the love is still there. I haven't really cried-the numbness of shock has taken over for now. A few minutes go by and then someone interrupts and it reminds me that my daddy is gone.