I'm 19, adopted, and in college. I was taken from my real parents at three days old. I still know my real parents. My real father died a year and a half ago. That was really hard. Now... November 17th of this year, 2007, my adopted father died of mesothelioma lung cancer caused by asbestos poisoning. My dad was my hero. Him and I did everything together. We had fun together. We worked together on projects at home. On Thursday the 6th of December, I came home to go to a doctor's appointment, but the doctor couldn't make it to Wichita from Kansas City because of a Winter Storm so they cancelled it. So I stayed home with mom and we put up the Christmas tree. It was a tradition for me to help mom, my sister, and dad put up the tree. This is the first year that tradition has been broken. After we put it up and put the lights on it, I couldn't look at the tree or else I would cry. I miss him sooo much! That was our tree... Our traditional tree... :( I miss him soo much. And now i'm starting to tear up as i write this. I can't believe his gone. I won't be able to hear his voice again nor share those special moments we had together with him again. I'm scared to move on. I've had him here with me my whole life... and now he's gone... :(
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