I looked into his eyes one last time as I got into the car, I never dreamed it would be the last time I'd see him alive. All I knew was the anger I felt at that very moment and i just didn't want to talk to him. So i put my son in the car and drove away.I didn't look back. His eyes still haunt me, I'd hurt him just like he'd hurt me so many times in past. They screamed at me why, why, why?!
Then came the fateful phone call, hes gone Trace, come home. No it can't be true I screamed, how could he do that to me its just not fair!Now I can't ever make things right. He burned the bridges and now it can never be taken back. He left me, asking alot of questions.Why did you do it? why did you leave me, why didn't you love me? Theres no way you can ever take any of the stuff you did back.now I'm left still asking so many questions that have no answer.
My dad had committed suicide, three days before my birthday.He'd left no note or anything telling us why.He and I had unfinished business and it just about killed me.It took me a long long time to get over it.Sometimes I wonder if i have or do I just simply go on.I mean I still think about him, and wonder about it and the reasons. sometimes I think he had a secret.Who knows I mean he was bi-polar, an alcoholic,and very withdrawn.
