we never said goodbye

I paused as he left, tears streaming down my face. My dad left to Afganastan , since then every day I wake up dreading the thought that we might get that phone call or sometimes I rush to the mail box and see if he has wriiten this morning had been 3 months and he still had not written, I went on my bed dreading that the phone call was only minutes away, infact everyone time the phone rang I started trembling fearing the worst. My friend lost her dad she hasn't been the same since , I have always been a buubly character with lots of enuthiasm but it would be hard to lose that but then again I'd be so depressed I wouldn't realise.

My faith is not lost my dad wrote a letter today and apoligesed ( well he has been keeping SOME people drepressed for the last 3 months) he says he is on leave soon and coming home for a few days but I wanted to say no because it would be harder to say goodbye.

When no letter appears for a further 6 months you start to worry , today was the day we were dreading today we got the call, what makes me upset is I never got to say goodbye.