Father and Daughter

My dad was the one who always protected me from the world and many times my mother. My dad told me "I love you", everyday no matter how much trouble I got into. I never thought my dad would die, I feel that he was taken away from me to early; sometimes I lay in bed at night and think how he would be with my son. He would really get a kick out of him, that day he passed was the day I knew my family would turn there backs on one another. Father was the king of the thorn and we were the princess I say that because that is how he always made me feel. I was on top of the world and he would not let anyone harm me or my other sisters. He protected us until his last breath.
I tell myself that he is a better place but that does not make me feel happy on the inside; if it was up to me I would have live as long as I. My father, my hero, my friend I miss him. Why did you have to leave me, he once told me that he was getting old and he could barely get out of bed. That crushed me because I knew his time was near. I never wanted him to talk like that becasue it scared me and I didn't know how I was going to live without him around. Hearing him dragging his feet, that big smile that comes across his face when he is happy. The smile of Old Spice cologane on his cheeks when I kiss him good night at night. He was wonderful to me and my family but now he is gone and the family that I once is gone.