Death Of My Father

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The most significant and life changing experience in my life was when my father died last year on October 9, 2002. It really awakened me to how the world works and how fragile life is. I remember the day perfectly. I was at home when I received a phone call from my brother’s mom telling me that my father had committed suicide.
I was unable to comprehend how this could possibly be true. I had just talked to my father on the phone the Friday before and he said these final words to me before he hung up the phone, “I love you very much and take care of yourself and be safe.” My father and I really did not have conversations like that before but I really did not think much of it. Actually, my father had abandoned me at the age of 3 and he did not make the effort to get to know me until I was thirteen. Nevertheless, I still love my father and I will never forget the good and bad times that we had together.
It was at this time that I began to realize how fragile and vulnerable I am, that in just one second a person can go from being alive with family, friends, years of education, and goals, to being gone, wasted, never to come back. My dad will never return, I will never get the chance to fully understand what stress caused him to commit suicide, and I would never get the chance to get to know my father since he was hardly ever around. My mother had always told me that bodies are strong things. If I got a cut or scrape, I would take time to clean it, cover it, and take care of it. “Your body is a strong thing; it will heal, it will be okay.” Suddenly, I realized that this was not always the case, there is not always hope, sometimes happens is unchangeable.
One day, it will be okay; but for now, I am left with an empty feeling in my heart. However, I am forever blessed with the realization of how precious the people we love are, and now I know to cherish every moment, while it last....