I have no memory of her, except what people have tried to tell me. The woman people refer to as my mom left us when I was a day old. Plus, you can’t miss someone you don’t even remember. I loved having my Dad and I had a feeling that if she had been around I would’ve turned out completely different and not in a good way. I know I probably should’ve missed having my mother but I never felt that way. He never missed a school event when I was growing up and he regularly took me fishing at the lake. Even though he worked way too hard he always found time for me. He drove full speed right off the road and out of my life.ĭad is the one who named me Bloom Michael and he was the only parent I had. He had been driving it to test out my brakes, but the sheriff explained that there wasn’t even a sign he tried to brake. I was determined he hadn’t fallen asleep but that it was my car. I tried to blame myself for the accident. He had just got off working a double for the third day in a row at the local factory. The police told me he fell asleep behind the wheel and ran off the road, right into a tree.

He was always a hard worker even when he was exhausted and knew he needed to rest he would still agree to work over. Today is one of those days.Īdam Michael Daniels was my Dad and he was also my best friend. There are days I wake up and just wish I could lay back down and sleep my life away. I know I need to face the day and I will face it, but knowing that today marks a year since I lost him makes it harder. I pull the cover back over my head determined to go back to sleep. Seeing them brings back the memories just like everything else in this house, memories I can’t face without crying. Dad helped me stick them up over a 1000 little glow in the dark stars. I slowly pry my eyes open to stare at the stars stuck to my ceiling. Chapter 1- Bloom ~ I’m going to count the tearless days as small victories against the aching hole in my chest ~

Reviving Bloom by Michelle Turner