Okay, my life isn't all that good. My father died four weeks before Christmas in the year of 2008. He died from a disease that goes by a name that only doctors, nurses, and my mother can pronounce. All I know is he was mopping the floor in savemart and he fell down dead. My Mom got the call at 6:15 am on 12/2/08 we left without eating and got there within twenty minutes. I remember sitting in the lobby (5 min)of the hospital with a nurse there to keep me company. Five minutes later, I was escorted to another room in which I waited a little longer (about 7 min).I sat there playing Galaga on my gameboy advance.

Soon, my mother came in with a nurse. I stood up and asked "Is Pop OK?" My Mom frowned and said " Honey, the doctors did everything that they could, but his heart wouldn't..." It took me two seconds to get it- next thing I knew, I was down on my knees screaming, crying, pounding my fists on the floor. "Why, God, why?!He's dead?!" I shouted, " Bring him back, I want him back, I NEED HIM! I NEED DAD!"

Mom and I sat on the the floor crying (I think it was probably the first time my mother and I had an understanding). The nurse gave me a hankercheif and asked me if anyone else needed to know if he had died and I replied "My brother, my sister-in-law, and my Grandma." Later in the hour, my uncle came to take us to his house. My brother had showed up so fast, I was amazed. He paid his respects to the lifeless body that I refused to look at. I choose to remember him as he was, not as he is.

The next day, I awoke in my Uncles' house. "What?", I thought. I was on an inflated matress with a cat asleep on my stomach. I felt sick, numb, and I hoped that I was dreaming. Three weeks after the funeral, I swallowed the horrid truth: MY DAD IS DEAD!! To this day, I still regret the times that I didn't speak to him or the times that I was mean to him and didn't say I was sorry. Well, I am truely sorry now. I'm very sorry for those of you who have lost loved ones, as well. I should be punished, but I'm so sad, I don't think it matters.