My Dad

It's a waste of your time asking if I'm okay. I don't want to hear that he went to a better place that day. I will never stop wondering "why?" I will never forgive myself for not saying good-bye. You could tell me that you understand this kind of sorrow. But, don't try to tell me there will be an easier tomorrow. I know he was prepared to see the light. But, I wish it didn't have to happen on that night. My dad is gone and I will never understand. He was taken too early to that special land.