A New Beginning

March 28, 2007 was the worst day of my life so far.   I was 6 month pregnant and we had just moved back to Maine a few months before.  We were staying at my parents until we could find a decent place to stay. (So I know, moving back in with the rents, even for just a few months, life couldn't get worse, right??) I was woken that morning by my mother answering the phone and saying, "Oh Jess, you were just about to be there."  I quickly ran down the stairs wondering why on Earth my sister was calling at 5 in the morning.  Then panick set in.  I knew where "there" was.  We were leaving that day for a nice long week in South Carolina to visit my father and grandmother.  I had just talked to my father the day before and he said my grandma was having issues and had been in the hospital.  I knew I was going to hear that she had died as soon as I got on the phone. 

"Jess, what is going on?"

Through the bawling and screaming the next thing I heard was, "Daddy's dead!!"  He was only 49.  I was in shock.  This wasn't happening; it couldn't possibly be true!  Not to me, not now.  Not when I need him the most!!

It has been 4 years now and it is something I continue to struggle with everyday.  I miss him so much; he was my best friend.  I talk to him now and again.  It helps ease the pain of his life cut short.  Through this blog, I want to help ease my pain by making sure he knows about everything he's missing.  I want to write him letters, put them into  bottles, and throw them out to sea!