However, as I walked back from my first class, I found that many of my sweet roses had been taken. I was completely upset by this. I still am, really. I mean, I made a special effort to tie tags to each of the roses, asking explicitly not to touch them or move them. I wanted to yell at someone. Unfortunately, I don't know who the thief is.
However, regardless of that, today was still about my dad. He was the best dad I could've ever asked for. I love him and I miss him deeply. I wish for a lot of things, but more than anything else I wish that he had never gotten sick and died. But alas, such are the misfortunes of humanity.
David Woodard Carraway
Born October 29, 1958
Died February 17, 2007
[Carraway used to be spelled with only one R.]
