Mourning Jog

June 19, 2009
The tears felt cold on my face as I ran. At six in the morning, I'm a wreck. The news hit me like a bomb in the chest. Why? Why did it have to happen to him? Why not me? The other car just had to run a red light, didn't it. It isn't fair. My heart is in shreads. My legs feel heavy as I run past each house. I'll never be able to attend another father/daughter dance. I'll never be able to say "Happy Father's Day, Dad!" The wind is picking up, I'm breathing heavier. I miss him so much. The tears are coming faster and heavier. I'm trembling. It's not fair. "He's dead, there is nothing you can do." That's what they all said. I wish there was something I could do. Dad, if you can hear me, I love you.

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greeneggs90 said...
Jul. 9, 2009 at 5:42 am
this is really deep. you had very good detail in this thing. i like it a lot.
pinksage33 said...
Jun. 29, 2009 at 7:18 pm
This is really good!!!
lexi10824 said...
Jun. 28, 2009 at 3:05 am
jossy...this is soooo good. it has mucho emotiono in it. I think that you should put up that one you told me about with the walking on different stuff!!! ;)
blah said...
Jun. 28, 2009 at 3:02 am
Hi jos, this is really good!!
lexi10824 said...
Jun. 27, 2009 at 3:14 am
Jossy...I love this so much! There is so much emotion in it! I honestly almost cried. (and you know that that means a lot coming from me. :)
pinksage33 said...
Jun. 24, 2009 at 7:23 pm
WoW!!! this is good. here is another pice i wroght.
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