Loss of a Father essays

Loss of a Father essays Danny, all I had to do was say his name and peoples faces would light up, thats the kind of person my Dad was. He was the life of a party, I could not have asked for a more loving and caring Father. Unfortunately, my time with him was cut short when he died when I was only eight years old. Looking back on my life, the night my Dad got sick, the seven months he spent in the hospital, and his death, have all had a tremendous impact on the way that I live my life. I remember the night that started it all like it was yesterday. It was a couple of days after my brothers sixth birthday, and my whole family was sitting in the living room watching TV. As soon as a commercial came on I went into my room to try on new earrings that I had just received. Immediately after I get them in, my brother comes running into my room telling me that Dad is going to go to the hospital. I can remember brushing him off, something like this could never happen to me, I thought. Finally, just to be sure, I followed him into the living room where my Dad was laying in the sofa with an ice pack on his head and my neighbor was calling 911. I was in disbelief, and wanted to do everything that I could do to help so I went and waved down the ambulance. That was the last night that I talked to my Dad, the last time we would all sit down and watch TV as a family, like we had done every night before. For the next, and last seven months of my Dads life, he was laying in a bed, lifeless, in a comma. We would go across the lake to visit him almost every day, and I can remember how happy he would get when he saw his kids. It scared me to see him lying there unable to talk, because my dad always had something to say. After a while, he was able to blink his eyes or squeeze your hand to answer yes or no. I can remember going to school and my friends telling me that there moms said that if my dad lived that we would be paralyzed. ...