Essay on The Death of my Father

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Everyone has milestone days in his/her life that change the direction of his/her life for better or worse. Let me tell you one of my experiences that I will never forget from when I was 12 years old.

It was Friday night, I took a shower, and one of my aunts came into the bathroom and told me that my dad was sick but he was going to be ok. She told me that so I did not worry. I finished taking a bath, and I immediately went to my daddy’s house to see what was going on. My dad was throwing-up blood, and he could not breath very well. One of my aunts cried and prayed at the same time. I felt worried because she only does that when something bad is going to happen. More people were trying to help my dad until the
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When I woke-up, it was 5:30 in the morning, and nobody was in my aunt’s house except my cousin and me. I went to my dad’s house, but nobody was there and everything was dark. It seemed strange to me because last night everybody was there, so I knew that they took my dad to the hospital.

It was 8:00 in the morning, and nobody came to tell me what was going on, so I started to pray with my cousin. Since she had already lost her dad, she told me that I have to be prepared for anything. Then, my mom came in and tried to explain tome that my dad was in the hospital very sick, in short, he was dying. She kept stuttering and began to cry, she went to her room, and my uncle came in and took out a suit. When I saw him, I started to yell, I told him to put it away because I knew what it was for. I went to my room crying, I could not believe that my dad was dying and asked my cousin why this was happening to me. Why did God take him from me. All she said was that I needed to be strong and to take it in good faith because God does thing for a reason. The moment came when my aunt told me that my dad was already in a funeral home and that I had to be ready to see him.

When I got there, it was weird to see all my family, all my dad’s friends, wearing black clothes and the room filled with flowers, I could not admit that it was my dad’s funeral. I walked towards the coffin and just looked at him and started to

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