In most cases people think as a tragic as losing someone. Where their spirit leaves their body and go to the other side as some people may call it. But as for me my tragic struck me at a young age of 7 years old. Growing up my father was very active in my life and a couple of days after Christmas of 1990 is when the tragic began.
My dad was arrested and sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole, and so my weekends was spent going into a prison to visit my dad and at time wasn't able to touch him just a glance of his face through a plastic glass window and to hear his voice through a phone. Praying every night that one day my day would be able to come home and we enjoy each others company like the good old days. Now all grown up and at the age of 35 years old and still long for that father and daughter moment with the set time to come and go and maybe one day leaving the prison with father right behind me.
You all might think how is this tragic, it's tragic to me because I have grown up listening to people talk negative and some positive about my dad and not able to really explain to others why he did the things that he did. One reason was to provide for his family and to make sure we had the things we needed, because others wasn't willing to give him a chance to get things the legit way so he proceeded to sell drugs. I continue too love my dad regardless of the road he took.
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ReplyDeleteI'm sorry to hear, this is tragic; the punishment doesn't fit the crime. For someone to get life in prison, especially without the possibility of parole because they were trying to provide for there family is tough.
ReplyDeleteAfter reading this post it's very tragic of how everything aspire. But at least you didn't stop your loving dad.
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