He's Gone

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I could say that I remembered the day I found out he was gone.
I could say that he was the kindest father in the world to me.
I could say that I loved him more than anything.
But I can't.
I can't because I didn't know my father.
I didn't know what he looked like, I didn't know what his personality was like and most of all, I did not meet him.
Do you know how hard that is?
Especially hearing others crying about not being the most popular girl in the school, crying over break-ups and crying over an argument with a best friend.
Do you know what?
Every single time that happens, I have to listen to your complaining.
But I am done listening to you.
It's about time you listened to me.
By reading this you are understanding and feeling my pain, and I am so grateful for that.
So thank you.
Thank you so much.

Submitted: September 22, 2011

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Submitted: September 22, 2011




Before you start reading my actual confessions, I have a few rules.



• Don't show me sympathy. It only makes things worse.

• Don't talk about similar things that happened to you. This article is about me and me only for once.

• Don't tell me that it's not all about me. It's never about me, so this article is fair enough.

• Never skip lines. If you skip lines, you miss important information.


Now, hopefully you completely understand my rules.

To start off with, my mother and father did not split up.

And my mother is not a 'hook up and break up' kind of person either.


My father smoked.

A lot.

And it turns out that he smoked a bit too much.

He got cancer.

Yes, you read that right. if you're not positive, read over it again.


Or twice.

Or three times, if you're delusional.


My father got cancer and left mine and my mother's life.

After having three children with him- me and my two brothers,

She was devastated.

So devastated that she started smoking.

Typical, right?

I for one am completely against smoking and I made a vow when I was 5 to never smoke.

And I do mean never.

I won't even go to a party and 'harmlessly' try one just because everyone else is doing it.

So before you smoke, think about it.

Think about your family after you're dead and gone.

That might be a depressing thought, but please just think for one second on something other than yourself.

Please, I am begging you.



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