At noon I could take the hunger pangs no more so I got in my car and drove to Wawa where I bought an Italian hoagie. Sitting at my kitchen table, I unwrapped the sloppy sandwich and abruptly broke into tears. All I could think about was my father. Ever since I was a little girl he and I would go to Wawa and buy an Italian hoagie to share. In fact, two days before he died, I surprised him with an Italian hoagie from the White House in Atlantic City. We sat together and talked about my book and business as we ate. I had no idea I would only see him one more time alive.
I miss him so much.