About two years ago my dad passed away. We hadn’t spoke for months before because he kidnapped my daughter. This is crazy but he managed to do it through a daycare that didn’t care enough to give my child to a pick up person and some unfortunate circumstances of me falling asleep, my phone breaking while I was sleep, and my alarm didn’t go off. I had decided not to speak to him months before because of his drug addiction and he had said something disrespectful about my boyfriend that passed a year before. I just wanted him to get better. But the day he had the chance to take my daughter he did. He said he’d taken her out of state when he had her a city over, while I walked all over town looking for her (I had no car). That was my last straw of everything. I decided I wouldn’t talk to him, maybe forever. I didn’t want it to be like that. Of course not, that’s my dad. But after years and years of trauma, being his only child that talked to him, and chasing after this man while he chased a high, I was done. But then months passed and his sister called hysterically telling me he died. I never 100% found out how. I heard in passing that he overdosed or that he was setup. I also never got to attend a funeral because he didn’t get one. Our family couldn’t afford to bury him.
Now I just think all the time, this is my fault. If I hadn’t of had him move states with me to where the drugs were bad, he’d still be here. If I hadn’t of put him in position to fuck me over, he wouldn’t have. I try to think positively though. I tell myself if we were close how we originally were I wouldn’t have been able to handle it so it was meant to be this way. Also that he’s free from the hurt he carried.
I’m making this post to see if he could tell me anything. Was he sorry? Was it my fault? Does he still talk to me? Was that him on his bday that gave me the free meal? lmao. Where is he? Anything though. I just miss my dad and the good times we had.