On Saturday March 23rd it was the 15 year anniversary of my Dad's death. I cried a little but not too much. I think sometimes its easier and sometimes is so hard to take that I just cry for what seems like forever. My name is Tracy and I'm 25 years old. I was 10 years old when my father took his own life. Not only did he die but we (my sister and brother and I) witnessed seeing him lying there, listless and we also watched everything from across the street and my neighbors house. I love my Dad and I don't blame him for anything. He was very sick and he probably would have died with a year or so anyways. I remember him with dignity. He was a wonderful father I just wish that I had more time with him instead of the 10 short years.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*RIP 8/19/46-3/23/87. Love you Daddy and I miss you. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~