For My Father, Lloyd Rosenberg
By: Kaylee Rosenberg
My name is Kaylee Rosenberg. My dad died when I was just 2 years old on a tragic day that is called 9/11. My Dads name was Lloyd Rosenberg.
At the time I didn't know what was happening. But as I got older I started to understand more. I am now 12 years old it has been 10 years since September 11th. It was definitely a struggle for my whole family, especially for my mom. Every time my school did the father daughter dances I would always cringe . I hated seeing dads with their kids hugging them and telling them that they love them. I was always jealous of those kids. I miss my Dad. It was hard growing up without a second parent especially for my mom.
Every September 11th I would cry when I went to sleep at night .On his birthday I would send up balloons and attached a card to it. I would dream at night that he came back, and wake up to find he wasn't there. I don't remember too much about him but I know that he was a great person who loved me and my family so much. Sometimes I wished we could go back in time and stop it from happening. I hope that they find Osama Bin Laden soon.
Sometimes I wish that it was all a bad nightmare but its not. Now I am in middle school and my mom got remarried. His name is Frank Lopes. I know he will never replace my dad but I also know that Frank loves me and I love him too! Also, I know my dad is happy for us that we found another person who loves us. My dad will always have a special place in my heart. I love him so much and I know he loves me.