I had just turned 22, was living on a blow up mattress, living off of popcorn and change to hop on and off the metro. I just started rebuilding my life and met the man of my dreams when I got the worst phone call of my life.
Back it up a little. My entire childhood what has always stood out to me was how much my father was there for me. He went to every one of my soccer games, dropped me off at camps, listened to rap (but bought the edited versions), and always accepted me for who I was, good or bad. To say I was a daddy's girl is an understatement, and there was nothing more I wanted in life to make him happy. My dad was a military man; strict, but loving. He was currently working in Curacao. He went for a walk one night after finding out devastating news and never returned. I have no idea what happened to my dad and that has been the biggest struggle. I have no idea if he is out there, if someone took him, if he was in pain, if he was happy with me, if he thought about me. I struggle with those thoughts every day. I loved him, I miss him, and I would do anything in this world for five more minutes with him. With this pain it has taught me how to be more loving, enjoy each moment and love the ones around me. I have three beautiful kids, a husband, and a family that are my everything. I would not be as good of a mom or wife if I did not live like each moment was my last. - Alaina, MD