I answer the phone and give it to my mom. A few minutes later, I feel a surge of pain right through my heart.. Read to find out what happened..

The Passing…
 

The I’m sitting in my living room when I hear the phone ring. Now this is unexpected so I thought it was just some company calling us but I. I go and answer it anyways. I had no idea who the heck it could be but I pick up the phone and I say “Hello.”
The voice says “Hey can I speak to your mother?” I give the phone to my mom and watch her walk away into the playroom. I hear her say “I’m so sorry..” In a crying voice, and she hangs up the phone. I ask what happened. My mom says, “Stacy’s dad died…”  Stacy is my mom’s friend and also my best friend's mom. Their family is Christian and they love to water ski. I look at my mom. I feel a jolt of pain surge right up to my heart and I fall to my knees. My eyes start to get all blurry and I start crying. He had become like an uncle to me. I sprint upstairs and slam my door as hard as I can. I scream “WHY!” and I bury my face into my pillow. My mom comes upstairs but I blow her off. I’m not thinking about anything else except for the very unexpected passing. I look at the ceiling and cry some more. I cried for at least 2 hours that night.
The next morning, we go to his memorial. I really didn’t want to, but I knew that we had to. For him. We walk in and take our seats. It starts off with talking, and then comes the video. It took us back to all the memories with him, and I almost got up and ran. I got really emotional when it came to the slideshow. It started off with the song, “You’re a Good Good Father” I teared up so much and sang along. It was so sad. I put my hand lightly over the left side of my chest and kept repeating “I’ll never forget you, you’re always in here.” That night, I had nightmares. I dreamed that I would feel this pain again. I probably will, but it hurt bad.
The morning after, I wake up and get ready for school. I get on the bus and get to school. I walk through the hall and think about him. I tear up a bit. I try to hide my cry, but I make a little sound. This group of kids look at me and shout, “Hey, look at this kid! He’s crying!” I hear everybody laugh and I sprint to the bathroom. That school day was the worst school day of my life. I’ll always remember these sets of memories.
I have a message for all you kids that have had a relative or friend die. I know how you feel. And for all the kids who haven’t felt this pain before. That doesn’t give you a single right to laugh at them. Because if you really knew how they felt, I bet you wouldn’t be laughing a single bit. If you had this happen to you, I bet you wouldn’t appreciate it if someone was laughing at you for it. So don’t make other people miserable by doing it to them. I still think about this day a lot. My head still flashbacks to the memorial.
This memory was important to me because it was a really emotional time in life. I won’t ever forget this day because he was a really great person and he didn’t deserve to have this happen to him. I learned that it’s not funny to laugh at someone when they’re crying/hurting because you don’t know what kind of pain that they felt. It really hurts and they don’t deserve to feel more pain than they are already feeling.

You might get emotional, but I know what you are feeling..