Its been 8 years and yet it seems like it just happened. I still remember the words the feeling the tears. I remember the call. And in that instant my life changed. I was the glue that held everything together when all I wanted to do was fall apart. No one in my family knows that I blame myself. That I think about what if I had been there. That it was my words that broke his heart. I know he hold no hard feelings toward me cause daddies never do. And he knows I punish myself enough. Just one last hug and a kiss and to hear him call me his girl. I love you Daddy