How Death Changed My Life

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The first time I was affected by death was in 1973, this was when my stepfather died. The morning he fell out of bed onto the floor. My house was very dark and gloomy, although it was 3am in the morning. A huge thump upon the floor was heard, it sounded more like a cannoning being fired. My mother let out a loud scream when she called my father’s name. My siblings and I all came storming into the bedroom. My dad had a stroke. I was approximately 6 years old when I saw the look on Dad’s face; I felt helpless, for he lied there on the floor curled up in a little ball. His big brown dreamy eyes looked up at me, as he was trying to speak. He mumbled that he would be okay. I felt so scared and really wanted to help him. Two months later

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