Im here for the young mothers who don't talk to their fathers, who are shunned by them for being pregnant at a young…
Im here for the young mothers who don't talk to their fathers, who are shunned by them for being pregnant at a young age. Who havent spoken to them for weeks on end.. Im here to end that for you.
On august 28th.. 2015. At 1:25.. my mother and father argued before she left for work. My father had a heart attack a couple years before, and had medicine he needed to take. Prior to this I had left my house 2 years earlier to live with my now husband. I never set up my voicemail like he told me too.. I never called.. I never even texted him. I never went to visit my father.
That day, august 28th.. My father set his pills on the counter and went downstairs to do laundry. At 1:33 he called the police because he was having a heart attack and sat down against the washer. He stayed on the line for 7 minutes.. at 1:47, he was found dead in the basement.. glasses on the floor.
My mother called me. I was putting make up on to go out with friends. She told me my father was dead. I laughed, I thought she was joking. She started crying, and my whole world crashed. I ran into the street and screamed for a ride to the hospital. A neighbor took me there. With my mother and brother by my side, my room mate got ahold of my husband and he sped from work. We all went in together.. and ill never forget what I saw.
His cheeks werent rosy like Santa clause anymore like Id said when i was a child. They were cold, and white. I held his hand and it was freezing.. his mouth was open and it was lopsided his eyes were partially open and they were grey.. I couldn't speak I couldn't move I couldn't breathe.. at that moment all the color in my world washed away and everything shattered. I broke down screaming, I kept saying this wasn't real! I kept saying that this was a joke just like he would always pull his friends that he would just jump up and say it was makeup and say he got us... but he was gone.. and I never got to say goodbye. I never got to tell him I love him. I never set up my voicemail like he told me to so I could never hear his voice again.
A few days later I found out I was 2 days pregnant when I saw him.. and so Im here.. Here to tell you all to reconcile. Go see your dad. Suck it up and take the lectures. Hug him when he yells at you. Always say I love you. Cause you will miss his criticism, and you will regret never saying goobye. Because I left, I wasnt there to help him. He will never know he has a grand son. He will never know Im married. He will never know how much I really loved him. So please.
Go see your dads. Tell them you love them, and never walk away from them again.