My view of the world changed. Before Dad died, I was young, innocent, and naive. I saw God’s beauty in the smallest things. When I had questions, Dad would answer them. He always had the answers. The world had infinite joys to discover and I had endless curiosity. Life seemed to go on forever and I never thought about death. After the funeral, that all changed. I lost my parent, my hero, and my teacher. I thought a lot about death and dying. I still had plenty of questions, but nobody to answer them. So I learned the importance of telling people that you love them. Don’t ever let them wonder how you feel. When Dad was dying, I was terrified. I didn’t know how to act, what to say, so I sat in silence awaiting his return. He never came back. Doctors said that I was too young to see my dads body... But I screamed out: -This man is my father! I dont care if hes died! Hes still my father!-. That memory has broken my heart ever since. I will never be the same... One of the hardest things about losing a parent is feeling that nobody understands. Even worse is feeling different and seeing those differences every day. When your friend shows you a car his dad bought for him, or you see how happy her dad looks to walk her down the aisle, or when they complain about something their dad did ... But sometimes being different can be a good thing. At first with bitterness, now with acceptance, I realized that there is no promise of tomorrow. You are given such a small time, and you never know when your time will run out. So treasure your life, make it worthwhile. Spend your life doing things that make you happy because you may not have the chance later. If Dad can see me, I want him to know that he’s still teaching me and still answering my questions.
Posted on: Fri, 22 Aug 2014 09:28:41 +0000
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