When I was growing up, my mom was not around, so my dad and his best friend Donny raised us six kids. I called both of them "Dad". I never talked to anyone about my feeling or the situation with my mom unless it was Donny. He was the only person I could talk to about my feelings. He was my best friend. Two years ago, he had a heart attack in my dad's arms. I lost my Dad, my best friend, my therapist, and my body guard all in one. My life was turned upside down and I felt like I had no one. That day, I picked up a pen and paper and started to write, hoping some how he could help me from heaven. And he did, that day I wrote my first poem. Whenever I'm upset from now on, I write and I know he can hear me.