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Your dad is still "lurking" in the back of your mind.
Every thing he taught you...still there.
Every bit of advice...still there.
It's been eight years, and I still say to myself: "So, what what Dad do in this situation?"
I've realized this, I'm a pretty smart teen (compared to the rest I'm probably a ****ing genius). But earlier this year, I finished my 8th grade year and for the last quarter I had an F for language arts. Never my strong suit, but I remember this: I was sitting in the car, just me and dad, talking. It was only the second quarter then, and I was 1% off from all A's. I saiid this, and he gave me a grim look and said "you could do better". He knew I was better than that, and now as I head into my freshman year, someone physically might not be telling me, but when I see the jar off ashes that sits on my desk, I'll hear him say "You can do better." Thanks for helping me say that, Gil. It just sucks, not to mention the fact that I saw him die. And I could do nothing. He didn't even look like my dad, just a pail body laying on the floor. I couldn't do a thing, I had to stick my hand down his throat to help him. I also remember standing outside, in the freezing snow, and we got a call from my mom, from the hospital, and all I heard was: "dad's dead." You have no clue the emotional impact of that who's already emotionally unstable. Plus, my Grandma died just last Sptember. And then, 2 days before father's day, I had a dream, where god granted me one more day to see my father, and it was my mom and dad, me, Jake and Amber, and we just talked. The day after, I had a dream in which I saw him again, where he walked past me and high-fived me. I feel that God did grant me that final day with my Dad, and that I will never forget it. Thanks for letting me get this off my chest, I feel nervous and shaky just typing this.