By this time i was three years old, I was sleeping an all of a sudden I hear my dad and my sister Jacquie walk in the house. I woke up and ran to my dad because i loved him so much. He had just gotten home from driving my sister to softball practice, He was so tired so he went to his room to lay down in his bed that was huge, I was in there with him and he closed his eyes for a couple of minutes and everyone came in the room, he could not open his eyes we tried to help him but my mom had already called the ambulance and they were on their way.They took him to the hospital and tried to help him, but i guess it was already to late to try to, So that day he died of a heart-Attack, I was only three years old when this happen. My sisters and my mom talk about him when ever they do I would just walk out of the room...because this is the sad part I did not remember him so I felt so left out and this is the story of when my dad had died when I was three.
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TayTay Joined: Dec-15-2011 |
Im going to be writing about the day my dad had been seprated from me
