Fridays are the worst days for me. Right after work, when I get home. I bottle things up all week, to make it through and then I come home every Friday after work and cry. I look at pictures, and watch videos and lay on the couch until I fall asleep. I had a message saved on my voice mail that you left once when you were in the hospital. I think you were bored.
"Angie-weiner, are you there? Let me hear your voice."
I kept the message for as long as I had that number. I thought that one day I might not be able to hear yours and this would be my only way. I don't have it anymore and all I want right now is to chat and hear your voice.
I just sit here and cry and think, I just can't believe this happened. This isn't happening, this didn't happen, how did this happen.
It's just not fair.
Friday, May 28, 2010
Dear Dad
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Wish I could hug you. Even though I know for sure it wouldn't be enough. It would still be something.
Love you, Angela.
Awwwwe Angela, I am so sorry.
I was just thinking the other day that I wish I had saved some of his phone messages. I wish I could hear the Angie-weiner one. I should post some videos for us. Maybe this week. I'm starting to miss his voice way too much. Whenever the phone is busy at Mom and Dad's I call over and over listening to him tell me to leave a message.
Also, I love you buddy.
It doesn't seem real and at the same time it is so devastatingly real. I miss his voice, his smile and his everything. Some videos would be ever so nice, thanks Becky. Hugs to you all.
I removed that because I missed a word or two and it made no sense.
The only copy of his voice I have is at Grandpas funeral. I have listened to it a few times just to hear his voice but it is really hard. It takes me back to a very difficult time.
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