When I was younger, I would go to my Dad's every weekend. Usually my Mom and Dad would meet in Stanford, or somewhere around there and switch me. But occasionally for one reason or another one of them wouldn't be able to meet. So I would miss school and ride to Somerset with my Papaw. He drove to Lexington almost everyday to buy cars to take home and sell. Then I hated the rare occasions. I would cry, and beg for my mom not to make me go with my Papaw. It was always the same awkward, silent 2 hour drive. But right now, I would give just about anything to be in a car with my Papaw driving down 27 to Somerset.
It's been a year and 11 days since he passed away, and I still cry at night, because I miss him. He was the one person who I honestly know respected me, and I respected him. And, I never doubted his love for me, not once. I miss him so much... I think about him everyday.
There was really no specific point to this blog... I really just needed to get stuff out.. I miss him more than anything in the world. But I'm working hard to make him proud.
R.I.P. Donovan Wayne "Joe" Wesley
It's been a year and 11 days since he passed away, and I still cry at night, because I miss him. He was the one person who I honestly know respected me, and I respected him. And, I never doubted his love for me, not once. I miss him so much... I think about him everyday.
There was really no specific point to this blog... I really just needed to get stuff out.. I miss him more than anything in the world. But I'm working hard to make him proud.
R.I.P. Donovan Wayne "Joe" Wesley
nobodyhere:
Though i can not begin to imagine how you feel, i do know that it's hard when you don't have some sort of closure. I don't know where my dad is, or why he left, but i think you are right, live life to full, the best you can. 