I'm wishing you were here to hold and so I could be held by the Angel I deeply love and who cares. It is by God's grace that I am able to function each day. I too got a call to say he had died and I just collapsed. I remember one day she was crying because she wanted to see him she was telling our mother to bring her to the hospital because she wanted to see him so bad. I wish people would just leave me alone and stop talking about me. I am 20, I cry as I type knowing he will never see me get married or be at my college graduation. I Remember the moment I found out I was on holiday felt completely useless as couldn't get home to my family.
I am so proud of you, Brave and strong to the end. My dad had 5 kids including me. I hope he knows how much I love him and I too hope one day to be reunited with him. I know your watching down on us from heaven. He had to learn how to eat and walk, he was ready to come home from hospital when we got a call to say he had pneumonia then two days later he passed away. No one will ever be able to patch the hole in my heart your death left me with. The last time I saw him when I was five year old.
I was his firstborn too and this poem made me burst into tears. He was my dad in all but biology - but close enough, even for that. On special days like his birthday and fathers day I buy a card, write him a letter, tie it to a balloon and let it go, it takes my love up to him so that he knows that I will never forget or stop missing my bestfriend, my hero, my daddy. My daddy committed suicide while he was in jail for 13 days, not very long at all. All bridges have been crossed; I guess our love is lost.
I ran to and from the sink with a cold rag to comfort his face and he said that feels nice, please keep doing that, within a few minutes he was sent to intensive care. Spreading almost too quickly for me to say goodbye. If I had touched you, kissed you, Love, If I had loved you stronger, If I had appreciated you, We would have lasted longer. I relate so much to it I was his first born and even though towards the end he lived far away I visited as much as I could and rang him everyday. It was the most saddest day of my life. I miss and love you daddy so much. Until this moment I could not believe that my father is no more with us.
It all happened so unexpectedly that even my mom who was with him couldn't believe he's gone. I'm just 12 years old, my sister 16, my brother 20, and my half sister 25. Most nights I sit down look at photos of him I got my own box of pictures of him and I put on the song, mad world, his favorite song. By Joanna Fuchs My best sad love poem is this lost love poem. I have talked with him like 2 days before and we had one of those great daughter-dad talks. We did give his clothes to my auntie who's making a quilt out of all his t-shirts.
I ask my mum and my uncle a lot of questions about my dad because I want to know more about him. Watching my dad in the hospital for two weeks, I had so much hope that he was going to make it. It makes me sick and weak Sometime I just get sick out of no where and other times I start crying hysterically for hours. Its been a month now but the first few day you were gone I didn't shed one tear. We built restored a 1926 model T and were working on a 1958 Ford Fairlane.
Though I lost my darling father two years ago 10th February 2014 but the feeling l got after reading your story got me devastated. I was his only first baby girl. That whole month was the worst month I've ever had. By Joanna Fuchs Sad love poetry can express feelings of pain and insanity, as this sad love poem does. Sadness I feel every day knowing I can't talk to you again.
I hate that I can't do anything to make it better. I am his firstborn only girl and now I'm lost. I don't know how to go on and I'm putting on a brave front but inside I'm dying. . My family and I went home to collect his crutches and clothes and went back to the hospital.
My love and thoughts go out to every one who has shared their similar stories of losing their precious father. The other one was revived and in the hospital for my dads funeral. Next thing he knew he was falling down staring up, waiting for the floor to occur. Why do we pick at each other; Why can't we be content? I'm 18 getting ready to graduate and I'm trying to still find out what to do to help my family. I visits his cemetery every Sunday. With a cigarette in my hand, with Wish You Were Here in the air, with thoughts of you filling my mind. So my story is he never knew about me, and I never knew him until my mother finally told me about him, which happened when I was 12 years old.