I don't even know how to start this kind of thing...I'll just start with an introduction I guess...
My name is Diana Alex (you don't need my last name now do you?), I'm now 19 years old and I currently live in Mexico (I used to live in phoenix, AZ), I study Physiotherapy, I have one older brother of err..21 or 22 years of age I don't remember ha ha sorry, a little one of 11 years and a little half sister of 7; I'm the proud daughter of a house wife, and a former accountant.
I made this account a while back and didn't wrote anything because some big thing happened in my life that would change the whole picture for me, and writing here wasn't a priority at the time, sorry.
Well how about I tell you about that big thing that happened almost 6 months ago? ...But before that you need to know some things about my dad, he was the best man I've ever met, haha I suposse everyone says that about his/her dad right? Anyway, he was just the coolest dad, we shared musical taste, movies of interest, and he was just a person who loved to make other people laugh, he was a prankster and most of the people that knew him thought he was just childish, and yes, he was, he would throw fits just like my little brother, get angry when I HAD to send HIM to bed because he had work the next morning, but even though he did all those things he wasn't irresponsible as a father, he would work his butt off for us to get the best education he could afford, he remember all our birthdays and made the effort to makes us smile on that special day. He would take us to the movies even though he fell asleep every time at the theater, he would do just about anything to make me smile when I was crying, he got jealous of my male friends because he thought one of them was my boyfriend ha ha, he trusted me and that's one of the things I loved the most, he trusted me with all his heart, he knew I wouldn't ever do something he wouldn't approve off, he was just awesome like that; on the other hand with his brothers and sisters he was always helping them out, giving them money when needed, lending them his car, well just about anything they needed my dad provided; at work he was the best of the best, he actually was the boss, but never treated anyone with disrespect, he treated everyone the same, his employees loved him.
For some reason or another my parents got a divorce when I was 9 years old, years passed and my dad never stopped loving my mom, girlfriend after girlfriend he told me that he could never find someone as great as my mom, but my mom was already married to another guy, now, it wasn't my moms fault, my dad actually was kind of an idiot as a husband (that might have been his only flaw [?] ), anyway, with one of his girlfriends came my little half sister, at first I didn't like her of course, I thought she would take me off my throne as the only daughter! But she didn't my dad loved her just as he loved us, but for some reason I was always the closest to him (not bragging just saying the truth here), anyway, he broke up with my sister's mom because she turned out to be only after his money (surprise surprise huh? evil step mom alert!) she told him to send me away, to live with my mom or something, my dad got mad and broke it off (awww! ♥), we kept visiting my sister and actually she lived with us a while, but last year thing got bad. My dad was in debt and to pay it he decided to sell one of our cars, the one he lent my sister's mother, anyway cutting to the chase, some terrible things happened and after two months, my dad passed away on the 3rd of August of last year.
That is why I'm starting this blog, a friend told me that talking about it might help me, but you see, I'm not good talking about my feelings with people, I'm not good at that thing called ''socializing'' either, so I thought this internet thing might suit me ha ha...
I'm still not so sure if I've totally grasped the fact that he's gone, I mean some days I still wake up believing he will be downstairs getting ready for work, I've dreamed about him so many times talking to me like always, making me laugh, pulling pranks, making me angry or just simply smiling with those big arms open waiting to hug me, it's been hard, but I'm ok; I still have a lot of happy memories with him, and that's what keeps me going, after all people are not meant to be forgotten just to get over, I'm never letting him slip away of my mind, I will always remember him with a smile and maybe with a tear, but a tear of joy, because I know not everybody gets the chance of having such a great dad as I did.
Well this is my first entry, sorry if it's not satisfying or funny or even happy, it's just something I needed to say, to some strangers that might not even care about this 19 year old girl life.
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| I hope you're still pulling pranks wherever you are old dog. |
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