I would talk to Paige in the morning on her way to work. If I called first or she called me, she would always answer, Heyyy Mister. I miss that voice. I still call her phone and hear her say "This is Paige, call me back"
I haven't been able to get used to all of this yet. I miss her so much, I cry myself to sleep at night. This picture so personifies Paige, it is the perfect picture of her and who she was. I hate referring to her in the past tense, but I can't get used to looking forward to my own death to be able to see her again.
No matter how hard I try, I can't get used to all this. I listen to this song and read the posts on this blog and try to think of happier times. I check this blog daily and thank of those who contribute to help me know more about my dear Paige... I love you so much, Dad
I still call her, too. And leave a few messages. Cause maybe she can check them in heaven. I like to think so. I think of you often, good dad. Hugs. Princess Stephanie.
ReplyDelete...I thought I was going insane when I realized I could no longer talk to her in person (not for the moment...)Every night I cry trying to turn back time and make the last phone call...the one I wasn't able to make before she left us...it still breaks my heart. So...I replied to the last email she wrote me in October. I replied many times and many more. I never sent it, thinking that is somebody saw it would think that I'm crazy...and then I read about family and friends still calling her phone... I felt the need to create this blog to give a voice to the deep sorrow that I feel inside and to fight it with the great memories we all cherish of this wonderful young woman that has changed our lives forever. It means so much to me to know that we can help each other sharing how we feel.
ReplyDeleteThank you all... Stefania Dolce