I had lost my best friend, my teacher, and the man who gave me life. So much of my identity was being my father’s daughter and nothing was the same. As a daughter, I felt like I no longer had a protector and no one to give me the true male perspective of things I would need throughout growing up. Although the funeral was over, I was still mourning his death. I still had plenty of questions, but nobody to answer them. I wanted him here so bad and always thought about what I could have done to prevent his death from happening, but everything happens for a reason right? Here I am six years later still mourning his death, of course, but understanding gods will. My father always talked about my future and of course me attending college someday.
