It kills me inside to think about the fact that my dad will not be at my graduation, physically. Maybe in spirit, but not physically. And it tears me to pieces because sometimes I just wanna hear his voice again and for him to tell me that he’s proud of me. He won’t be at my High school graduation or my college graduation. He won’t be there to walk me down the aisle at my wedding, or be there to welcome his first grandchild into the world. It tears me to pieces, because I know many, many people who take their fathers for granted, but let ME tell you. You can say “I hate my dad.” blah blah, but the day God calls him home there’s an emptiness there. My dad passed away when I was six years old, and I remember everything about him. I always will.

I’m happy where God has gotten me. He’s bought me this far and still continues to bless me, and I’m so thankful for that.

On another note, my last day of highschool is May 31st, which just happens to be next month. I’m pretty excited. I take my college assessment testing May 21st, to see what classes I get placed in. I’ve been studying the SAT study guide, cause the website says that students find that studying the study guide helps for the assessment testing. I just pray to God I place high, so I can get into the Math & English classes that I NEED to be in. Pray for me!

My graduation is June 6th, I’m excited as hell. It’s crazy to think that I’m graduating, when I can still remember 2nd grade. Time flies!