The Saddest Day of My Life: The day my father passed away.
The saddest day of my life, was on July 1, 1999, the same year I graduated from Andrew Jackson Senior High School, Jacksonville, Florida. I was planning to attend a local Community College during the Fall Term to pursue my career as a Dental Hygienist, but a devastating yet tragedy occurred. On June 9, 1999, my fathered phoned me asking to meet me for lunch, because he had to speak with me in reference to a serious matter. I wasn’t sure what to think, when he insisted on meeting, but I knew it had to be important. After arriving for lunch, he them explained the reason for me being there. First, he stated he asked me there, because he was very ill and will be dying soon. After hearing that, I was uncertain of what to say, feel, do, or even expect from the news I had received. From knowing the type of man my father was, he was very stubborn, when it came to eating healthy exercising, and taking his med’s properly. It was about two weeks later, that my father’s health wasn’t getting any better, which caused me to become sadden, because I couldn’t heal him. It was then that I knew I needed to prepare my heart for what was to be expected. Finally, it was around 11:30p.m., that I received a phone call, from I-95 State Trooper, stating that they have found a John Doe, off the side of the road, who has suffered from a massive heart attack. It puzzled me how they found my picture, but I remembered that I gave him a photograph of me so I he will always have a picture close to his heart, which he placed in his wallet along with my number on the reverse side, the night he was found deceased. I then knew from that point on, that my life would never be the same. My mind knew it was to be expected, but my heart was feeling otherwise. The feeling was unexplainable; something I never knew could hurt so bad and affect me in a strong way. In conclusion, a bond between a father and a daughter could never...
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