... sad. My littlest sisters dad comited suicide. this has so much going threw my mind right now. I'm so sad he felt so depressed to do this. My mom was hospitalized a few times for trying to do the same thing. I never realized how truly close I was to losing her. I haven't seen my sister in years and she is starting to write more often. It's nice getting closer to her but I feel so bad that this was what it took. I should have tried harder. I wish I could have been there for her more. Like a sister should be. For the happy and sad times. My middle sister is taking this hard too. He wasn't her dad but he was there from when she was a baby. She was so upset the day my mom moved out and she found out he was not her dad. I imagine it must feel likehhas lost him twice. As for me. He meant a lot to me growing up. He was the most stable
relationship I remember my mom having. We were a family. I feel like a part of my childhood died. The only sleepover I had growing up was from them as a couple. They blew up a pool for us to sleep in and have a popcorn fight in. my grandma raised me and she never gave me a birthday party with friends from school. As a couple they did. I remember family trips to deep creek where we would put my sisters in rafts. when they broke up my mom wasnt in my life anymore. I was my grandmas from then on. I could never tell anyone this but to me I owe him all the time I spent with my own mother growing up thanks to him. He made our family. Because of him she stayed in one home doing family things. he was so into kids and having a family he helped and made it easy for her. Im so sad he was so lonely. So much time has passed and still I wish we could have stayed that family.
ARRR!
