Not a Good Day

Today is 3yrs that my Stepdad passed away. 3/01/07. I feel sorta bad because I can remember the exact day he passed away and I can't remember the date when my real Dad passed away. My SDad raised me from the age of 5 and he was the one that would come home after work (he worked nights) and would find me sleeping on the couch. I was waiting for him to try and drum math into my head. He was a kind and gentle man. I only remember a few times that he actually got upset with me. My mom and him loved each other so much. She passed away before him and he left the bathrobe that she was wearing on his bed for about 12yrs, and that was when he died and my sister and I had to remove the robe. They were always kissing and she would always sit in his lap. Naturally we had to make all kinds of sounds when they would do such things in front of us children. I felt I was so lucky because alot of my friends had divorced parents and they never did get along with the X's. My Dad and him worked at the same plant and then I had my Dad move near us (we were living upstairs in my parents house) so that I could spend more time with him and they just got along. They cared alot about each other and never fought. Alot of my friends grew up being majorally screwed up with fighting parents. He was handsome. Coal black wavy hair and big brown eyes. After my Mom passed away his health went down hill so I took care of him till he died. I had a hard time at his funeral and one of his nieces said she was so sorry and she never realized how close him and I were to each other. I guess she had also seen alot of people who were never close to the Step Parents. Will I guess that was the reason she said what she did to me. I also felt like an orphan, he was the last of my parents, and I wanted him to stay here on earth with me. The day is almost over so maybe I will feel better tomorrow.
I miss you Dad and I send you all my Love.