Remembering Dad.
Eight long years has passed, and for the past eight years. I have found myself in the deepest and darkest state of depression I've ever been in. I would've never imagined that today eight years ago my whole world would be shattered right in front of my very own eyes, and as for the next following years to come I would find myself struggling to put myself back together dealing with the aftermath. My dad was my best friend, my protector, my rock my everything. He was the type of person to put a smile on someone's face even in their darkest of times. I can't even really talk about what it really feels like having lost a parent at only just twelve years old, but I can tell you this it is and always will be the worst nightmare of my life, it feels like a dream that you're never gonna wake up from, still to this day I'm in a state of shock that he really is gone forever, but the only thing that really keeps my mind at ease is knowing he's in a better place now than he would be here, since I was so young at the time of his passing the girl who went to school every day the one that people always saw a smile from, became someone dark and had to face the fact that her worst nightmare had come true. During the first few years of his passing I'd go to school and excuse myself to the bathroom and sit in the bathroom stall with the door closed just in tears. Don't get me wrong I still have my moments but I've learned that things happen for a reason, reasons that some of us may not understand, the pain never really goes away it's still very much there but overtime it becomes easier to handle.
What I would give to be sitting down having a conversation with him, asking for his advice, even the times he scolded me when I was in the wrong I miss it all, from the laughs to the times I felt like even though he was my father I could rip his head completely off of his shoulders for making me so mad. I miss our drives in the car where we didn't even really know where we'd go we'd just pack a bag at the spur of the moment and go stay in a hotel and order pizza and watch movies, which usually included going to the mall the next day. I miss the times when we'd just have music up really loud and just sing and dance in the living room and our close neighbors would think crazy people lived next door, but most of all I just miss my dad, I miss his voice, his hugs, his laugh, his kisses and his baby voice that he would use just to say "I love you Haywee" that would drive me up the wall. I miss the times he'd make us all sit in the living room on Sunday's watching Sunday Night Football or the Super Bowl and scream at the tv when they weren't playing good like they could actually hear him.
I love you old man, save my spot and rest easy I'll see ya later alligator!
Pray for me and my family today! especially pray for me today will be hard on me as I feel like I'm reliving this horrible nightmare all over again.
Gerald Michael George 04/11/73-09/08/08
What I would give to be sitting down having a conversation with him, asking for his advice, even the times he scolded me when I was in the wrong I miss it all, from the laughs to the times I felt like even though he was my father I could rip his head completely off of his shoulders for making me so mad. I miss our drives in the car where we didn't even really know where we'd go we'd just pack a bag at the spur of the moment and go stay in a hotel and order pizza and watch movies, which usually included going to the mall the next day. I miss the times when we'd just have music up really loud and just sing and dance in the living room and our close neighbors would think crazy people lived next door, but most of all I just miss my dad, I miss his voice, his hugs, his laugh, his kisses and his baby voice that he would use just to say "I love you Haywee" that would drive me up the wall. I miss the times he'd make us all sit in the living room on Sunday's watching Sunday Night Football or the Super Bowl and scream at the tv when they weren't playing good like they could actually hear him.
I love you old man, save my spot and rest easy I'll see ya later alligator!
Pray for me and my family today! especially pray for me today will be hard on me as I feel like I'm reliving this horrible nightmare all over again.
Gerald Michael George 04/11/73-09/08/08
Rememberence tattoo I've had for awhile now, dads handwritten signature and death date. Thank you so much Jason Warren at Ink King Tattoo for such a meaningful and beautiful tattoo.
Dads grave, my grandmother (dads mother) Charlotte George, and my brother Michael Brant George.