The Moment Of My Father 's Death

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It is astonishing how many experiences we take for granted. We make plans for the day, and don 't think twice about how those plans can be taken away in the blink of an eye. I never thought much about it myself, until I was faced with the shock, and undeniable truth of my father’s death. I don 't think anyone truly contemplates about tragedy until they are actually faced with shocking news. My parents had been divorced for quite a few years by the time my oldest sister’s sixteenth birthday rolled around. It was a beautiful spring day in May 2007, my three older sisters and I were sitting at the park with my dad enjoying my sister’s birthday with him before he was supposed to leave to head back to his home in Nebraska. We spent the afternoon laughing and having a good time. He dropped us off at our mom’s house, giving each of us a hug and a kiss goodbye. I remember calling back to him before heading inside telling him that I loved him and would see him later. Little did I know that be the last time I would see him alive. Fast forward a few months later to July 7th, the day was just any normal scorching day in Texas. Being that I was only nine there were no responsibilities for me, I just stayed home all week and just appreciated my summer. That morning I woke up around noon, got up and went to scrounge for some breakfast. With cereal in hand, I was making my way back to my room to gobble up my frosted flakes and watch some television, when my mom came into the house and

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