He’s gone 😔

On July 24, 2019 the first man I ever loved passed away. My dad was a man of honor, integrity, loyalty, strength, and the purest heart I ever new. My dad never knew a stranger, because he made you an instant friend. Two and a half months ago, he was in the hospital and the doctors said he would not leave. He told them, “I’ve held all my grandchildren, and I want to be able to hold Sunshine’s”. That’s what my dad called me, Sunshine. I wanted so desperately to let my dad know I was pregnant before he passed. Unfortunately I was unable to do so. After he passed I prayed I would be pregnant to take the pain from losing my him. Unfortunately I got my period two days ago. I cried in the bathroom. I cried because I missed my dad, I cried that I was unable to give him another grandchild, I cried that knowing in two days I wouldn’t get a phone call from my dad wishing me happy birthday. This is the hardest thing I have ever gone through.