I Want My Daddy: Scared and Alone, Little Ethan Just Needs to Be Loved

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Once I eventually move home to Canada in 2 years and have the right support system around me on a daily basis, I can finally move forward with my grief. I thought I was much more advanced, but this last week has proven me wrong. Thank you for sharing your post. And to those who are willing to share their stories of their dearly departed fathers.

But I felt so guilty. Not about what I was doing, but about his reputation. Even if no one ever found out (which no one has until now) he would for the rest of his life bear the weight of knowing he took the virginity of a girl younger than his own daughter. What if he later changed his mind? He couldn't exactly undo everything like it never happened. I felt bad for flirting with him. Was I too cute, rolling up my skirts, unbuttoning a button too many on my shirts? I hadn't been thinking. I really like what you guys are usually up too. This type of clever work and reporting! Keep up the good works guys I’ve added you guys to blogroll.Share with Dads (and others) especially after one of those days when everything’s been just a bit too much. We can all applaud the fatherly care and consideration shown to young Arthur in this warm-hearted story for the very young." Source: Jill R Bennett

I will always miss my dad like everyone else that has been through this traumatic experience but it does become a lot easier and if I could give any advice from the mistakes I made initially it would be to reach out somebody you can trust to discuss your feelings because trying to mask them and avoid talking about them only leads to depression. When Dad sits down in the dressing room he looks so silly--the chair istoo small, and he doesn't know what to do with his hands. He has this dumbsmile on his face, like he's waiting for me to do something. I stand overhim looking through the dresses. They're all strapless. I've never had astrapless dress before, and I'm thrilled, but I want to look mature, soI don't show my excitement. I was 17 when he passed… Right as all my big milestones were approaching.. That always hurts not getting to see his reaction. 9) And now my best friend just got married and I was her Maid of Honor. I watched her father walk her down the aisle, give her away and the father daughter dance. Of course I had to be happy for her, she’s my best friend…so of course I was taking advantage of the unlimited drinks at the bar, too.Don’t say be strong, don’t say that’s life, it’s time you got on with your life, that person maybe going through depression and even thinking about sucide so don’t ignore it help them listen let them give them your shoulder You're not serious, are you? Get a lobotomy so no one has to deal with crap like this again. I guess Freud was right. I use to walk to school even though most kids didn't walk to school when I was in high school. I walked up Magnolia Bend, turned right at the corner and went up the hill to where my high school was. Every day i went by Mr. Samuels' house. The mailbox was really dented in on the side and he never fixed it. He wasn't married but he had a daughter. I think she went to Auburn. He was really proud of her. She was 21, maybe 22 at this time. She used to play with me and the other kids on Magnolia Bend when she was younger.