A little about my self.
I was born Febuary 2nd 1993, at 5 Oclock in a hospital. My blood father is no longer walking along these grounds. When I was 7 my dad had become very ill to the point of were he was on a oxygen tank so he could breath, he was on verious medications and shots that was helping his heart and lungs. My mother worked as a nurse at the time so she was rarely home, While she was gone I took very special extra care of my father. And I never left his side. When he needed something I got it as quick as possible. Then the frightful part of his life and mine comes into play. After I had turned 8 years of age my father had gotten much worse then he was before, now he had, had a hole cut into his chest and a pipe with fluids going threw him now, even on more medications and had 10 oxygen tanks gone threw in two weeks. At this point I was very cautious of what my father and I did together and how he acted while my mother was at work for a good 10 hours.
Now here's the sad part.
One week before christmas tradgey hit, and it hit me and my family hard. The date was december 11th, 8:30 Pm, 2001. My father had been caughing very badly and had, had a very hard time breathing my mother told me to go to bed but I didn't listen to her I hit in the staire way listening and quietly watching in fear as of what was about to happen next to my father. Next this I see is him having more trouble breathing and holding his chest, after that my mother called the ambulance. They were there 10 minuets later. After that my fathers best friend Jody (they were more of brothers then anything) was there to watch over my little brother who was only 7 months, while my mother went with my father. I saw many men take my father out on a stretcher and I went to run for him but i was being held back and crying as I watched my fahter leave in the ambulance, because I had known that this was his last night here, he had told me him self a few days ahead of time "I know that I will be leaving soon, I'm not going to be alive forever, but when I do go, i do not want you to cry or be scared." thoes were his words. December 11th 11 Oclock pm, Mike Frodge, Anounced Dead.
I was devistated and Was silent for many days.
Now you know my child hood.