Today is my father's death anniversary. My father died when I was 12 years old. Today, it has been 24 years that I didn't have a father. Come to think of it, I lived twice as long without a father, than I had.
I was a daddy's girl. I'm the eldest. Next to me are two boys, Neal and Jared. For so long, I only had 3 siblings. Then, when I was in 5th grade (1990), my mom got pregnant - with Shane, my little sister. Then, my father died. Shane was only over 1 year old. And my mom is pregnant with our youngest, Ace, when papa died.
Growing up, loosing my dad was my greatest fear. I would wake up in the middle of the night and listen to him if he is still breathing. But September 2, 1992 changed my life forever.
