Being a single father is as much of a struggle as being a single mother. For this single father of two little girls living without his wife has been one of the most difficult things to accept in life. After his wife dies unexpectedly while he is at work and his little girls are home with her for the day until he realizes something is wrong and comes home to find her laying on the floor in the kitchen with a blanket over her, because her daughter thought, “Mommy’s sleeping.” He finds the strength to pick up his daughters and continue to move forward as his wife would have wanted him to. He has a strength in him that allows him to never forget his wife’s memory but he also has a love about him for her that is passionate and touching.

Male- The Story Of Daddy

  • The best woman I've ever met in my life was my mother. She was the most amazing shining star, God-fearing, loving, "she don't play" type of mother I could hope for. And when I tell you she don't play, I mean my brothers and I were more scared of being reprimanded by her than we were of our father. And when she passed away it was difficult for me because she died before I got married to my wife who embodied all of the parts of her that made her so special. She never got to meet her grandchildren. But I think about her everyday. I always pray that she is in heaven watching over all of us. Laughing at our mishaps and crying when the girls scrape their knees, just for her to be here. On her headstone it says the truth "greatest mother" because she was and as long as her spirit is alive she always will be. Being a single father is probably most difficult job in the world. I get up every morning at five so that I can go downstairs, have breakfast on the table for the girls, and I get both kids up, showered, dressed and do their hair to get ready for school. All of those things happen by seven. Then I drop them off at school and go to work. I'm tired everyday but nothing makes me happier than being able to take care of my babies. Lola and Lily are the reason I wake up everyday. Hearing them say good morning to me is worth it. Lola is seven and Lily is five. Lola is a lot like her mother; she's a leader and wants to run the house. (Laughs) There have been mornings that I have gone in to wake them up for school and Lola is gone. The first time that this happened I was hysterical. I had no clue where she was and I ran downstairs and the light was on in the kitchen and I walked in and she had set out three bowls and poured cereal into each one along with three glasses of orange juice. "I wanted to help Daddy."