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Essay / Personal Story: The Day I Lost My Father - 1327
I am going to write about the day I lost someone most important in my life. John Doe, my father was a very hardworking person, he never missed a day of work and was always willing to do anything for anyone. He was so energetic, always so happy and was rarely angry. I feel blessed to have been raised by a wonderful person like him and hope to follow in my father's footsteps one day. I always considered myself a daddy's girl and for a while, I don't know what came over me, but I never seemed to get along with my mother. I always wanted to be with my father. Good words never came to mind when I was with my mother. Everything suddenly changed the day my father came home early from work with severe pain in his lower spine. It was so bad that he had difficulty standing up straight; he had to lie down to ease the pain. One night, the pain became so intense that my mother had to rush my father to the hospital. It was 4 a.m.! My mother rushed me and my 3 younger siblings to get ready, I didn't know whether to be scared or nervous about taking my father to the hospital or angry because she woke us up so early. We spent countless hours in the hospital and during that time all kinds of thoughts came to my mind. “Will my father be okay?” My grandmother picked us up early and took us to her house. My parents came home the next day and called everyone in the room. My father has cancer. He had a tumor on his spine and it was cancerous, that was what caused it...... middle of paper ...... It took me a while to get out or anywhere with someone because they wanted me to have it. fun, but to me it felt like I was betraying my dad by having a good time instead of being sad. My father and I's birthdays are both in June, his is seven days before mine, and this May 29, 2014 will be 8 months without him. Even today I don't like hearing anyone talk about my father, the memory still makes me cry like it was yesterday. When I hear other people being rude to their dads or making a rude comment, it just makes me want to tell the person that I would do anything to spend one more day with my dad. I am on a new journey in life without my father and I will hold every memory, good or bad, as strong as possible..