Personal Narrative-My Father Is Dead

Dead. My father is dead, and I don’t feel anything. My emotions are completely blank, I’m just acting as if it’s just another day without expressing any form of feeling. My mother hasn't been any help, the first words she tells me are to clean, clean I still can’t believe that. Right after my dad, her husband, shot in the head she tells me to vacuum the house because people will be coming over. How can she not feel anything and go on like nothing happened, how can I? This morning when I accidentally used his towel I folded it and put it back like I was expecting him to use it later. Or when I was in his workshop with my ear cocked to a side, listening for the rush of his footsteps after a day of work. Nobody seems to be taking this seriously, the police even said they don’t posses the expertise to …show more content…
When I couldn’t handle the suffocating atmosphere anymore, I tried to leave for some air, however as soon as I walked outside all of the journalists swarmed in on my en mass making me have to retreat back into the foyer. I collapsed onto the floor getting ready to cry but no matter what the tears just wouldn’t flow, my father was shot in front of me and I couldn’t and still can’t cry about it. Neither can my mother, the police doesn’t care, the media just wants their story, the only person who seems to care that my father is gone is Mr.Krebs. He’s been helping my and mom out all day be keeping out unwanted visitors, taking phone phone call, doing everything to make sure that we could grieve in peace. Now if only I could grieve, why can’t I grieve why is my mind a blank? No anger, no sadness, nothing why aren’t me and my mother comforting each other instead we're making sure the police doesn’t notice the lint on the carpet of a widower and her child. No matter how many times I say it nothing changes, my father is dead, dad’s gone, daddy's