Worst Day Of My Life Essay

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Have you ever had a bad day that you can just wish that it wouldn’t have ever happened because you lost someone very special to you? Do you wish you can go back and relive really special moments with that special someone? I do. I lost my dad when I least expected it. That day that my dad passed away was by far the worst day of my life. I never got to tell him goodbye, or I love him. It was all of a sudden. No one expected it. On February 2, 2006 was the worst day of my life. I was 8 years old. In third grade at Lockport Upper Elementary school. I woke up thinking it would be a normal day of school. I knew something was wrong when I opened my eyes and my neighbor was waiting for me to wake up. She asked me what I was going to wear today. I told her my khaki school pants and my red school shirt. That was my daily outfit. But she told me I wasn’t going to school. That’s when you know something is wrong. Your parents aren’t home, your neighbor is getting you dressed and now you’re not going to school. What is going on? So I told her what I wanted to wear. I picked out some black shorts and a blue tshirt from my closet. I asked her where we was going since I wasn’t going to school and she had told me the hospital. She said that something had happened to my dad. From that moment I sat in the backseat …show more content…

My mom looked me in the eyes and told me “he didn’t make it”. Those four words are four words I will never forget. I remember it like it was yesterday.I crawled up in to her arms. The room was filled with more tears. I cried for at least an hour. I had brought a book with me that day hoping I could catch up on my reading. I had just rent out that book from the library a day or two before this day. I was pumped to read it. But at that point I dropped that book and the book was the last thing I was worried about. This moment in this small room with my family is a moment I won’t ever forget. From that point on, our family became

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