my dad died when i was three from a heart attack. fifteen years later i'm still wondering what he was like. i've heard he was funny, musical, and he had really curly hair (like me). as cliche as this sounds, i feel like there is a huge space in my heart. i get emotional on fathers day, and seeing kids with their fathers or when people complain about their fathers constantly. not meaning to be selfish or anything. i just wish that i could be the one complaining. what i wouldn't give to hear him say my name, or say he loves me.
i've lost a lot of other people too. after my dad died we moved in with my mom's mom. we lived with her for the rest of her life. five years ago she got cancer, and my family watched her slowly disintegrate in front of our eyes. she was the closest thing i had to a second parent.
i miss them so much. i'm starting to forget my grandmother, and i never knew my dad.