Growing up all I ever wanted was to b a Daddys Girl...

He was everything to me, I'd watch him out my bedroom window, working in the yard, drinking his beer. My Daddy worked a job then came home and worked outside till dark everyday, he'd drink his beer, and by the time he'd come inside he would b drunk. He'd eat and go to bed. I never had a conversation with him until I was grown. He had anxiety really bad, so he yelled alot at everyone (8 kids) my mom who's such a mellow person dealt with this dayly. She did everything in the house including raising all 8 kids pretty much alone. Daddy was always outside. I had a best friend who was a true daddys girl, when I'd b at there house he used to tease her and laugh. His eyes would light up everytime he saw her. I wanted that so bad my whole childhood. Atfer I got married and had my first baby daddy had stopped drinking and was a different person, the way his eyes lit up when he'd look at the baby was wonderful. He'd talk to me, laugh, take me outside to show me plants, things he's built it was awsome. I never became a daddys girl there were 7 more kids starving for his attention,
but each one of us bonded with him as adults. He turned out to be the sweetest man I'd ever known. He died in 2001 which seems like yesterday to me, we were all there holding what ever part of him we could when this gental giant took his last breath. I miss him everyday,
loved him so much... Liz