One year ago this month my father passed with congestive heart fairlure. It saddens me to think that he will never know his grand kids. But also makes me feel at peace to know that he is not gone from us on his own accord anymore. You see my father left in 1997 for Florida and never came back to us. He visited his sisters and brothers a good bit of times but only told us twice that he was here. So we only saw him twice in 14 years. It’s sad that someone would want to isolate themselves so far from there family like that for so long. I have often wandered where we went wrong? Why he choose to be gone? But as I get older I kinda understand. I myself like to be left alone. Sometimes when I wanna talk to someone besides myself I write on here or walk across the street but I prefer to be by myself. Unfortunately, I don’t always have that luxury. I baby sit, I have kids, and I have a attention seeking hubby. So I’m rarely alone. When I feel like I can’t take the togetherness any longer I lock myself in the bedroom. It helps to get away from it all. Maybe this was his way of locking himself in his bedroom. I don’t know. But I do know that as a parent I hash thwouldready to never want to be so far away from my kids and for so long. WE have heard conflicting stories about why he was gone for so long and I’m not ready to hash those out yet. But one day I will confront the demons that helped him and get my answers. Until then I pray he found God and went to heaven so he can live the life he always dreamed off. Good bye daddy.