Deathcopy

Death. To people it means many different things. Some people may not think anything of it, until it strikes close to them. I know before I had my father pass away, I never thought once about it.

When I first heard of my dad dying, it made me way sad. I was ten or eleven, not old enough yet to understand, why someone would want to take their own life. I was crushed when it happened. It was like a part of me was missing, like someone had ripped my heart out and laid a direct attack on me.

When I learned he had committed suicide it made me very angry. I kept thinking how could someone do that and hurt his whole family. Especially my brothers and I. I kept thinking how could someone be thinking for their self and not considering the effects it would have on other people.

Everywhere I went seemed to make it hurt more, all the friends and family telling me how sorry they were just seemed to keep making me think more and more about it. I didn't want to think about it; I wanted it to be over with. The question that hurt the most was when everyone asked me how did he die. I mean honestly what kind of question is that.

When the funeral was over and he was laid to rest, I had a feeling I can't even describe. It was almost an empty feeling. I knew I had lost someone that could never be replaced. I wouldn't want to wish death upon anyone's family.

No matter who may come into your life can never replace your parents. It's just not the same, and I do think that many people would agree with me. I really do hate to say this, but since my father did pass away, my life has greatly gotten better. My step dad Steve has been so nice and rad with him I've gotten things and did things, that I would have never did before, and I am grateful for that and it makes me happy to have someone like him.