My Story

I lost my dad to cancer in July 1984.  I was only a year and 10 months old.  He had cancer of his stomach and from there it spread.  I don't remember him but I wish I did.  It still hurts to know that I could've had a dad that really loved me.  I always wanted to know what that felt like.  But I guess that God has a plan for everything.  I may not understand it now, but there is nothing I can do about it anyways. 
Valentine Valentine
26-30, F
5 Responses Sep 22, 2007

Thanks Pricey

That's the great thing about your faith honey :)

Ya it really bugs me because my family even says that I am so much like him. I bet I would have been a "daddy's girl." My first word was even "daddy." It is just really frustrating and doesn't seem fair. I just hope that I will get to meet him someday in heaven.

That's so sad. It's such a shame you never got to know him.

My dad died when I was a baby as well. I was 7 months old when he died of a heart attack. Everyone always tells me how much he loved me and I wish so much that I could have experienced that. Losing a parent that you didn't know is pretty much just as hard as losing one you did. I lost my mom as well (to cancer) and I miss them both.