Lights on, hushed voices, lights off, the sound of feet hurring across the floor and the ticking of a clock as I was pulled back into reality. Their is only one word I remember being woken up to and that is "Heartattack." His heart stopped beating as he was rushed to the hospital. The last words he said were that he had five children whom he loved very much. It was 12 days after my 15th birthday that my father passed away. My mother told us as we huddled around the dining room table. My whole world seemed to collapse, with only my family there for support.
Food, friends, and neighbors seemed to be in large quantities after that fateful day. Letters in the mail were brought in along with many flowers and hugs. People, who I didn't even know, called, emailed, and wrote letters of sympathy for the loss of a wonderful man. My mom seems to be handling the whole situation even better than I thought she would, but I still worry about her. I also worry about how my future might be different. I think about all the things that my father is going to miss like my first boyfriend, my first prom, my high school graduation, going off to college, and eventually getting married.
It has been 3 years tomorrow since he died and I still remember everything about him. I loved him so much and I am thankful for the time I had him in my life.
I know that I will continue dealing with my situation with an open heart. I will go through the obsticles that life brings me. I will keep family close and I will always remember my Dad.

***This is for you Dad for the impact you have made on my life and so many people who knew the man that you were. You will never be forgotten. I will NEVER forget you***