Death, the one
word we all fear. Why? Because we'll miss our loved ones and they'll miss
us so much it's unbearable to leave them. When you come a father, you're thinking
you have achieved something, something which can't be written because you
can't. Holding that tiny being in your hands, a life is magical thing to be
apart of. You stare down at that silent angel, you never want to leave them,
you want to watch them grow, but it dawns on you, the truth comes out, you
won't.
I never got
to see my child, Elizabeth, grow into the beautiful woman I once saw of her.
She was not even a year old, when I died. I never got to see the proudest
moments of a father's life, the first steps, her first word not even her first
tooth. And you want to know how I died? I died because of a little too much
beer, a car accident.
And the moment
I died, the ever lasting memory I have was my daughter Elizabeth. And I look
at myself, and look at what I'm missing, a daughter who will barely remember
me. I could have I been so stupid... I miss the sound she makes when her laugh
warms me up after a hard day, her soothing breathing as she sleeps, her cries,
her bubbling noise she does, the way she made me feel wanted on this planet
that feeling when holding your child is, is unexplainable. I remember when
I said the last words to my daughter, 'My love will never die for you, I will
love you until the end of the world, I shall look out and protect you for
generations to come. When I'm down, you bring the light through the blackness
with a simple smile, I will always be there, I promise...' I stroked her hair,
fast asleep she was and one last tender kiss on her head, I left to die. I
was never good at keeping promises, but this promise, this promise is now
the rest of my life.