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Personal Narrative: The Day I Lost my Dad

I’m going to write about the day I lost someone most important in my life. John Doe, my dad was a very hardworking person, he never missed a day of work and was always willing to do anything for anyone. He was so energetic always so happy and was rarely mad. I feel blessed that I was raised by a wonderful person like him and hope to follow my dad’s footsteps one day. I would always refer myself as daddy’s girl and for quite a while I don’t know what got into me, but I never seemed to get along with my mom. It was always my dad I wanted to be with. The right words never came across my mind when being around my mom.

This all suddenly changed the day my dad got home early from work with a harsh pain in his lower spine. It was so bad he found it hard to sit up straight; he had to be lying down to lessen the pain. One night the pain got really bad that my mom had to rush my dad to the hospital. It was 4 in the morning! My mom rushed me and my 3 younger siblings to get ready, I didn’t know if to be scared or nervous at the fact of taking my dad to the hospital or mad because she woke us up that early. We spent countless hours at the hospital and throughout that time all kinds of thoughts came through my head. “Will my dad be okay?” My grandma came to pick us up early and took us to her house. My parents came home the next day and called everyone into the room. My dad has cancer. He had a tumor on his spine and it was cancerous, that was what was causing ...

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It took me a while to go outside or anywhere with anyone since they wanted me to have fun, but in my eyes I felt like I was betraying my father by having a good time instead of being sad. Me and my dad’s birthdays are both in June his is seven days before mine, and This May 29, 2014 will count 8 months without him. Even today I don’t like to hear anyone speak of my dad, the memory still makes me cry as if it happened yesterday. When I hear other people being rude to their dad or saying a rude comment it makes me just want to tell the person that I would do anything to have one more day with my dad. I am on a new journey in life without my dad and I will hold on to every memory good or bad as tight as I can.

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