Memoirs
by
Jacey A, ON, Canada, Age 17
The day that
my dad died was the most emotional day of my life. Friday night,
May 24th weekend my family were pre paring for the weekend. My dad
and I ran errands in Woodstock and as usual dad was trying to make
me laugh, annoying me in the process.
My father had
to stay to run the trailer park that my family owned. My sister
Hailey came to pick me up, and my dad was sitting on the lawn chair.
I never knew this would be the last words I would ever hear from
him.
“Bye dad”, as I walked to the car.
“See yea kid”. I went home.
I ate dinner, checked my email, talk to some of my friends and tucked
myself into the bed for the night.
I woke up Saturday may 22nd 2004, crabby. I finally stretched my
legs sat up and put some clothes on. I came up stairs and sat on
the couch with my sister watching a healthy portion of Saturday
television. Twenty minutes into my show a friend of the family,
Nathan walked into the house quieter then usual but still not unusual.
“You guys need to put on your shoes we need to go” Nathan
said as he jingled his keys in this pocket. My sister and I walked
outside to Nathan. As we drove the 13 kilometres to the neighbours
house beside the trailer park. I remember wondering why we had to
go to the neighbours and not to the trailer park.
Sammy and I walked into the neighbours house and was escorted to
the living room couch. Everyone was quiet and we started to ponder
the idea that maybe our dog died or something happen to our little
nephew. A few moments later my mom walked into the house wrapped
in a blanket with a cup of coffee in hand. My mother pale faced
towards us. She knelt in front of us and with a shaken works I heard.
“I have
some bad news and I don’t know how to tell you other then
just saying it. Dad passed away last night. My Heart sunk to my
stomach. My cheeks started to tingle, face squinting a little and
then felt the tears.
Top this day to count for the rest of the day is a little harder
to remember. “I’m sorry”. I heard over and over
3 words you got so tired of hearing. Hugged by everyone coming in
after which you would no longer want to be touched.
May 22nd 2004 is a day that I will never leave my dreams. My memories,
my Heart. As each day passes you find the happiness again, but each
day is
different.
But I will never forget his last words, “See yea Kid”.
