Have you ever wondered why the good die young? I think about that all the time, It was a perfect Saturday, they went to the Bronx walked around laughing and reminiscing , the couple went home watched a movie with their kids, but he couldn’t fall asleep his chest was hurting, he didn’t feel well, the next thing you know he wasn’t breathing. That great man was my dad, how could a perfectly healthy man just suddenly not be there when you get home from school or support you at a game. The thought of what happen that night is always in my head, I wonder if dying hurts. Was there light? What was his last word? Death is a part of life and sometimes its hurts to say goodbye when you had a great relationship with him. Months passed by and the feeling of loneliness and anger was taking over my body, I turned away from my family and friends and started harming my body. I never thought this was going to happen to me it still seems so unreal and different that the big teddy bear I loved to cuddle with isn’t there anymore. It’s hard to say that I don’t have a dad anymore, or to talk about him in front my friends, It’s great that I have a great family for support and friends but sometimes you just want your dad. I want to call him from work, I want to eat ice cream with him, I want to ride in his truck and talk about the economy and history. I want everything i shared with my dad back. If I had one wish in the entire world, it would be to have him back. Who will walk me down the aisle...?
