A. David Jones

Hi everybody, Dayla here. 

My father and I have been on a rollercoaster ride our entire lives. Now that he’s been gone, my life has completely crashed and I’m at loss for the words to help you understand how. But as I’ve continued to go through the struggles, the grief, the broken heart, and loneliness of not having my best friend, I’ve fallen flat.

        I’ve overcome so many obstacles that tried to tear me down through all this. Although, it’s been more than a struggle to come back to a safe place, that I feel the comfort in which my father provided me with, I strive to provide my passage towards what he wanted from me. 

         “I am who I am, I’ll be what I’m meant for, and I’ll never give up. Nothing gets done, unless you do it.”

         If you’re seeing this now… His lovely face and the way he holds that fish proudly, it’s because I have edit the post. I’m trying my best to be strong. I’ve given up emotions and felt them all at once, I haven’t fished like we used to, I’ve succumbed myself to the grief. I lost family, friends, relationships, and just any attachment that was a part of my life. 

       So now I ask, and pray, and hope, that to whomever sees this now, sees that I still have work to do. The donations received from this point forward, will be to help me get on my feet. To keep from allowing the people who took my life away from me, and those that persuaded others to do so, to take anything more than the materialistic things that meant much more to me than they could ever have imagined. 

        I regret letting them continue to drown me. But I do not regret asking for help when I need it. I need your help… please understand my painful request. Thank you for your time, thoughts, prayers, love, and support.

With care, 

Dayla Jones.. Daughter of David Jones