Tomorrow [[8.11.07]] is a day of sorrow for me. It will be the 10th anniversary of the death of my father. Given the day after happens to be my birthday, it will be an exceptionally hard day.
James Burwell [[R.I.P Dad]] died of brain damage caused by head trauma on August 11th, 1997, the day before his little girl's 6th birthday. His other daughter never even go the chance to meet him. He will be remembered in the the hearts of those whom he cared for, and in the memories he created. In the short time that I knew him, he brought me much joy and feelings of love. Although I do not have many memories of him, those that I do have will always live on as long as I do.
On the 12th, just as every year, I will have to be happy with him being there for my birthday in spirit, although I cannot help but wish he were there in person, just as I have every year since his death.
I just wish that He could have had at least one more day so that I could have had one last birthday memory with him.
I now have a loving stepfather who treats me as his own and I do not want it to seem that I do not appreciate him, because I do. I love him as a father. I just regret that I could not have gotten to know my birth father just a little bit more.
Dad, even if I have accepted what has happened and have moved on, it doesn't mean you memory has to die within me....
James Burwell [[R.I.P Dad]] died of brain damage caused by head trauma on August 11th, 1997, the day before his little girl's 6th birthday. His other daughter never even go the chance to meet him. He will be remembered in the the hearts of those whom he cared for, and in the memories he created. In the short time that I knew him, he brought me much joy and feelings of love. Although I do not have many memories of him, those that I do have will always live on as long as I do.
On the 12th, just as every year, I will have to be happy with him being there for my birthday in spirit, although I cannot help but wish he were there in person, just as I have every year since his death.
I just wish that He could have had at least one more day so that I could have had one last birthday memory with him.
I now have a loving stepfather who treats me as his own and I do not want it to seem that I do not appreciate him, because I do. I love him as a father. I just regret that I could not have gotten to know my birth father just a little bit more.
Dad, even if I have accepted what has happened and have moved on, it doesn't mean you memory has to die within me....
