It took me five minutes for the information to sink. I couldn't believe that anything like this could ever happen to me. The doctors ahd told dad there was nothing wrong with him. If that was true, tehn how could he be dead? MY eyes filled with tears as I gave into the black void that took a huge part of my life with it. My fatehr was dead and there was nothing I could do about it.
One of my other uncles, my father's brother, had been diagnosed with hereditary heart disease. They gave him si months to live at the time, but he is still alive today. They told my dad he's have the res tof his natural life, and now he is dead. I thought it was terribly unfair to have to face such a difficult thing in my young life.
At the funeral I was too upset to even cry. I knew I would never been whole again. He had too much of an impact on my life, and there was no way that the hole in heart would ever heal. When we burreid him at the cemetery, we were supposed to release balloons into the air. My cousing Sylvia was there, she was only about 4 at the time, and she wouldn't release the balloon. Our Aunt was furious, but it was what we needed to breaak the tention, and everyone started to laugh.
The next week I had returned to school. I had to talk to the school councelor before they would permitt me back into class. He asked me if it was alright for people to talk about my dad or ask any questions. I told him that it was fine, but it was hard to talk about him.
Everyone had been so kind to my family during this time. I walked inot the classroom, and everyone fell silent. I felt their eyes on me as I walked to my spot. I could tell they were pittying me. That thought alone made me wanna sream. Why should I be the center of attention because of this.
A month had passed. I had gone back to my normal life as best as I could. My heart was still sore. I was also very emotional. It pained me to learn that my friend Molly had just lost her father as well. She was older, so I didn't really call her, and talk. I probably should've thought.
Right before Christmas Break I fell into a deep depression. THey would be no father to pester to get up this Christmas. No more playful teasing, or being together. We were in gym class. As usual Inuyasha and I were fighting. I don't even remember what the stupid fight was about, but I will never forget the horrible words tthat came from his mouth at the end of the fight. I had made a witty remark, and he was stumped. I could see it in his eyes. He couldn't come up with anything else to say. Suddenly I saw an evil look accross his face. He turned to me and mutterred,"At least I get to spend Christmas with my dad."
Finally I broke down in the middle of gym class. He had freed the tears I refused to shed in school. I had made up my mind to be strong, but there was only so much I could handle. I jsut stood there. Some of my friends had heard the horrible thing he said, and came to my aid. My gym teacher kept trying to get me to talk, but I couldn't. I was too upset.
Shelbey and Cassie escorted me to the bathroom. It took me five more minutes to get under controll. My eyes and face were swollen from the crying. I walked back into the gym, and was sent to the councelor. Mr. Micheal was appalled at what he had heard, but there was no proof that I was just making the whole thing up. The only witnesses were my firends, and they were sure to be on my side. Instead my Grandma came to get me. Mr. M. suggested that she take me shopping. This may have been the last time I ever visited his office, but I would never forget his kindness.
Christmas Break had been over for two weeks now. It had been a sad Christmas for us all. I was getting ready for school, and realized I couldn't find my dog. Spanky, we didn't name him, was my apricot teacup poodle. He was my best friend. We searched for him all over the house. My mom came down the stairs, and told me that Spanky had died.
Spanky slept at the foot of my bed. In the night he had a seizure. Usually I woke up when he had an atack, but I had slept throught the whole thing. The sudden realization that I had spent teh night with a dead dog at teh foot of my bed filled me with horror. We didn't go to school that day. We went to pick out the tombstone for dad's grave. It ended up being a slanting gray slab with a fish on it. Dad had loved fishing. It seemed fit to be put on his tombstone.
Two months later I had finally thought my bad luck was over. Nothing bad had happened recently, and things were finally starting to look up. Then we got news that my Aunt Rhonda had died. This was a bad time for me. I couldn't believe that I had so much bad luck.
The months passed and soon it was summer. My mom and me fought constanly. Mom said we couldn't keep the farm anymore. It was too much for her to keep up with by herself. We said that we were helping her out, but she said we had to move. We put our house up for sale. I hated to see that sign up. We would have to leave the house I grew up in. The house my dad died in.