I Miss Him

July 12, 2010
By Anonymous

My dad was probably my best friend when I was growing up. I was Daddy's Little Girl. He would take me to the pool when ever I asked, even in winter then we would find an indoor one. He would help me build princess castles out of big boxes. He was an artist. No, literaly he was an artist, he painted.

But when I was nine, a disaster struck. My dad had cancer. It was something in his eye, but then it spread into a tumor somewhere. My parents promised my brother and I that he was going to be ok.

When I was twelve, on December 27th, he past away. The last picture he painted was a heart.








I miss him.



Similar Articles

JOIN THE DISCUSSION

This article has 2 comments.


on Jul. 17 2010 at 4:17 pm
HippieNamedAnna PLATINUM, Kansas City, Missouri
21 articles 7 photos 90 comments

Favorite Quote:
Let It Be-The Beatles
Music is the only thing that makes sense any more-Me
Make love, not war-a bunch of people
Roses are red, Violets are blue, I have five fingers, The middle one's for you-Me :)

thanks! i apreciate it

on Jul. 17 2010 at 8:45 am
HOPEfully SILVER, Clayton, North Carolina
6 articles 1 photo 30 comments

Favorite Quote:
My Cinderella. She is real. She exists. I pray for her constantly. May God satisfy the desires of her heart, draw her close, consume her. May He claim her passions, her identity, her refuge, her hopes, her strengths and weaknesses -Adam Young

wow. sweetly written and so sad.




MacMillan Books

Aspiring Writer? Take Our Online Course!