My Father's Death - A Father's Love
After a night of swimming lessons, me, my mom and my sister pulled in the driveway.
Mom went in the house to wake up my dad who was asleep after a long day at work. Suddenly, I heard a scream! My dad was dead. The police and all my family later came to the house.
Two days later, I came home, and it was my first night alone without my dad. I was only eight years old. I saw a shadow outside my door. I knew it was him, but he was floating, and I was scared! I hid under the covers.
The next night, I thought I was dreaming. I will never know if I was awake or asleep, but I saw a glowing light through the crack in my door. My dad entered with a huge smile on his face. He told me something, but I cannot remember what it was. All I remember is that he told me not to tell my mom. I never was scared that night.
To this day, five years later, I wish I could go back to that house and see him again. I’d love to have a chat with him. That would be so cool, because I never knew him that well. Count yourselves lucky, all you people out there.
