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It was the month of June 1996. My dad was very sick in the hospital so my mother sent my
younger brother and I to my cousin's house for the week. It was a Saturday and I was more
than ready to go home for the weekend. I missed my parents and I was anxious to see how
my father was doing. 
My cousins drove us home later that afternoon. My mom had just brought my dad home from
the hospital but she had to leave right away to go to work. My dad seemed to be doing
great. He was in a very lively mood and was really happy to see us. There was a nurse
staying with my dad to help him out with anything he needed. It was hard for him to walk
because he was so weak. It hurt to see my father like this. I could remember a time not
too long ago when we all used to go camping or fishing together. My dad could do
everything a healthy person could do.
The nurse was very friendly. She talked to us about how my father was doing and she was
very interested in the way we felt about things. She had a very warm heart.
Later that evening when my mom came home from work she didn't seem very happy. My father
had been in and out of the hospital for a year. Usually when he came home it was a very
happy time for us. This time was different. My mom sat down with my brother and I and
told us that the doctors couldn't do anything else for him. He only had 6 months to live.
I didn't want to believe what she was saying. It just didn't seem real to me. I could
feel myself begin to cry, but I tried to hold it back. I didn't want mom to see me cry.
She was already going through enough pain.
I decided to make the best of things and spend as much time with my dad as I could. Since
it was summer time I didn't have school. I didn't go out with friends or go anywhere in
fear of losing my father while I was gone. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I
wasn't there with him. 
The nurse kept coming over to help with my father. I felt better when she was there. My
mom worked a lot and I was always scared something was going to happen while she was
away. 
It was early Tuesday morning and mom came in my room and woke me up. "Your father isn't
doing well this morning, come help me with him", mom said. It had only been three days
since dad came home from the hospital. The nurse wasn't at our house that day so I was a
little worried. 
Mom and I put a bunch of pillows under my father's head to help prop him up some. He was
having trouble breathing. He had taken a major downfall since he had come home from the
hospital. There wasn't much we could do. He had told my mother he wanted to die at home,
not in the hospital so we kept him home. We called the nurse but I guess we couldn't get
in touch with her so they sent out a different nurse. She wasn't as nice as our regular
nurse. The nurse said that Dad was in a coma.
Both Mom and the nurse said they didn't know if Dad was going to make it through the day.
We all had a sinking feeling in our stomachs. It's the worst feeling in the world to know
you are going to lose your father. All kinds of things are running through your head. You
wonder what he is feeling. You wonder if he is scared or in pain. You wonder what he is
thinking about. 
Mom told me I should talk to Dad. The nurse said that even though he is in a coma he
could still hear us. I wanted to talk to my dad and tell him I loved him and that
everything was going to be ok. I was scared though. I don't know why I was so scared. I
was young and I guess I was in denial. I thought that if I didn't say anything that maybe
I wouldn't lose him. I know it doesn't make much sense. I guess I just thought that maybe
he wouldn't go away since not everyone had gotten a chance to say goodbye.
My mom called my grandparents. They came over right away. She also called my two older
brothers Rob and Jeff. Rob lived 2 hours away in VA so it was going to take him awhile to
get here.
It wasn't too long after we had called our family that my dad died. It's really hard
seeing your own father die. I lost one of the most important people in my life. The
doctors told us he had six months to live but it was only three days. I guess it kind of
makes me mad. 
A few months later we moved away from our home in Maryland to a new home in West
Virginia. It was hard leaving because we felt like we were leaving all of our memories
behind. The memories will always be in our hearts though.