Narrative Essay About Losing My Dad

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One of the most challenging things I have gone through that I am still facing every day, is losing my dad at the age of four and growing up without a father. I lost my dad on a Thursday, early in the morning, on February 26, 2004, two months before my fifth birthday. We received a phone call that had my mom devastated. I was too young to know what a loss in the family is at that moment, but I knew something was wrong. That day was so vivid, I remember there was so much crying and people hugging each other like their life depended on it. Many people were coming in and out of the big bright white front door every second. My brother was seven at the time and my sister was eight. My mom …show more content…
We lost the man of the house, we lost our father, the person who was there since my mother gave birth to my sister. He was gone. We would never see him again walking through the door laughing. We would never see him sitting at the kitchen island smiling. We would never see him on the couch watching the Lakers game. We lost him in 2004 for good. We were so accustomed to having him around it took a while to get used to, till this day we still feel the void at times. We walked around like zombies for a few weeks feeling lost not being able to hug him or smell his cologne every day. We were young and were taught Christian values so my mom told us, daddy went to heaven. We were told heaven was a happy place, where he would be able to watch over us. He would be our guardian angel up in the sky. When I would look up and gaze at the stars, I always thought of him being the brightest star in the sky, shining down. It so happens to always be the closest one to me. We were at peace, but at times we would …show more content…
I try to hold onto the memories and all the pictures we have of him as best as I can. It was hard to accept that a family of four was meant to be a family of five. I always imagine what life would be like with him here. Even though he is gone, I still encourage myself to make him proud. When my family drifts apart, we continue to be persistent. We pull together in honor of him because we remind ourselves that he would want his three kids to be close unlike his siblings and him were. Also, to “make your life count” as my father always said. I know he will not be present on my wedding day and I will not be able to have the father daughter dance like my mom had with my grandpa. My future fiance will not be able to ask him for my hand in marriage as the tradition is. My future children will not be able to have a grandpa to spoil them with

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