Today is May 29th...
15 years ago it was May 29th, 1994... The day that I lost my dad....
A lot of people say "Just deal with it and move on" or "Time heals all wounds"...
This one... is never going to be fully healed....
My Dad and I never got along while I was growing up... He and I were too similar... I thought like him, walked like him, wanted to dress like him... every thing... this of course made me butt heads with him on a very regular basis... the last year before he died, we started to heal our relationship.. it got to the point when I would call him from college, I would ask for him first.. cause I wanted to tell him all the stuff going on in my life...
2 weeks before he died I wrote him a poem called "Daddy..." for his 51st birthday... he told me that it was the best present he ever had recieved... and as I later found out (2 weeks later) it was the Last present he would ever recieve...
( explaination of what happened to him behind cut to save from triggering people )it is now 15 years later... I Can speak about it...but it still brings tears to my eyes and a lump in my throat...
This year to memorialize him.. I am getting a tattoo on my left arm... this has multiple reasons...and i will explain these in the next post... (which will have pics of the beginning of my tattoo...I would love to get the entire tattoo but I can't afford it right now... so I am just getting the bottom 1/3 of it done... (it is 3 pieces)
I miss him terribly....and to this day, if I ever saw the woman that did this to him.... she will not be happy....
*blessed rest to my father.... Alan Ross Robertson... May 11,1943- May 29, 1994*