Innocent

My Father was Murdered January 2, 2013 By my foster mother. Tho I have no solid proof, I know it to be the truth. They never did a biopsy, simply stated it was due to the cancer. When he was not himse

You were a kind and loving man Trying to raise three abused kids As if they were your own children You saw it as a second chance Not able to be there for your own Your's were all grown up by then Showing those children love and support Telling them how this Cruel World Worked All of its inner workings and flaws One day you became ill with cancer Struggling just to breath or move Constantly in Pain and suffering Through it all you fought and fought You became sicker and sicker Until one day it was too late None of us could stop what happened next You were taken from this world in a cruel way A loving innocent man murdered How you ask? By a cruel so called woman who claimed to love you She took you away from those children Supposedly weeping at your showing She never loved you, she was cruel Getting your life insurance, your home, your car She got everything What happened to the kids you ask? She threw the two oldest out keeping the youngest The eldest now twenty, the middle now eighteen Thrown tot he streets as if they were dirt The youngest you ask is now sixteen He can not see his sisters The cruel woman keeps him away from them The woman you ask? She never got caught she now lives off his insurance policy and his home Rest In Piece Daddy <3

Reviews

[Justin]

extremely sad :( :( i can tell u looked up to your dad, he took u and your siblings in as his own, which is rare nowadays!!! if u ever need someone to talk to, i am here!!!

[Crys Marie]

My Father was Murdered January 2, 2013 By my foster mother. Tho I have no solid proof, I know it to be the truth. They never did a biopsy, simply stated it was due to the cancer. When he was not himself from the cancer going to his brain, and not fully there. She went to the attorney with him and had him change his will. So that she would get everything. She kept me and my siblings from him while he was in hospice. While he was taking chemo and Radiation, the Doctors told him to stop it would only shorten his life span, But my foster mom was whispering in his ear convincing him to continue with it all. That is would cure him. He went from A year to two years of survival to three months tops. I miss and love my father, he took me and my siblings in when We had no where else to go. He is my hero and my angel.