I remember when i came home and my parents were sitting on the couch looking sad, they told me, he had a stroke and his heart was still beating but his brain wasn't working, i shed a tear and ran to my room. My mom called me, i went to to hospital to visit him one last time when he was alive. My Aunts were there. My cousins were too. We all stood there. Watching him. My mom told me to talk to him, so i did, but i was crying while doing it. My mom finished what i was saying, then I left, i felt bad for leaving so soon. About 5 days after, he died. I couldn't seem to cry, it felt like if i had cried enough at the hospital, was that enough? I didn't know. The thing is it was a week after Easter. The day before he had his stroke he wanted a chocolate bunny, my mom forgot to get him one. She got him one that night then he had his stroke. When his funeral came, i didn't go, i was scared, i didn't know what to do, i feel bad to this very day. No one can understand my pain. If you say so i will deny. Because I doubt you understand, i understand you are trying to help me but it will never work. Sure you can do it, but i wont have any effect. Thank you for reading this.
I'm moving houses, states, and selling the house he lived in with us. Were moving away from all of the memories, good times, bad times, all gone, but not permanently, all of it will still be in us, so i dont know why my mom decided to move. To leave that behind or live with her husband. Probably both. This picture i drew represents him. He is Resting In Peace. Press Star If you think this is sad, press heart if you think you understand, but you know you dont, add to to a studio if you dont believe this happened. (Besides I Depend On You...)
