He died of a heart attack or heart failure when I was 5. The worst part was that I was the one who found him dead, so my mom couldn't play it off, you know? After that, my cousin came in my room, when the cops were there, and I was playing my SNES. He asked if I missed my dad. All I did was nod.
I stayed with my aunt that night.
At his funeral, in KY, I had no idea what was going on.
I miss him so much. After Hurricane Katrina, I cleaned up my house and found all these things of dad's. Things that I love as well as he did. I just wish he was there so I could have someone to talk to about the music & stuff we both liked.
I remember some things we did together, but not enough. What I have is just not enough. I would give ANYTHING for him back.