Losing someone you love is a horrible experience in anyone’s life, especially if it is a parent. Losing both of your parents in a matter of four months is one of the worst things that can possibly happen.
I was born in Arizona and lived in my hometown, Phoenix, until I was three years old. My dad went to jail so my mom, sister, two brothers and I moved to Chicago because that is where my mom’s side of the family lives. We lived there for four years until my dad got out of jail. My dad wanted to move to West Frankfort because that is where he grew up and so we did. The reason they let him out of jail is because he only had one year left to live due to liver failure. He was always sick and barely ever got out of bed. Knowing I only had a year to spend with my dad was a horrible feeling, especially because he was suffering the whole entire time. All I could think about is how much time I have left with him and did not make many memories. I wish I did but the few we have together are ones I will never forget. One night he took me out for ice cream and told me he does not think he would be around much longer. Just the thought of him not being here made me terribly sad. A week later my mom and brother woke me up and told me an ambulance just left our house and took my dad. My heart dropped and how I felt was just indescribable. I was so upset even though I knew it was going to happen eventually. I did not know what to think, do, or say. I just stayed in my room and cried all day and all night. The funeral service was almost unbearable. The room was full of family and friends. There wasn’t one dry face in the entire vicinity of the funeral home.
After the funeral service, I wanted my mom’s attention. She started going out with her friends for a few hours on the weekends since she would not see them for a long time unless she came back to visit. One night I was waiting for her to arrive home. It was past midnight and I was extremely...
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