My father died when I was ten years old. I really didnt feel anything because I was young and didnt know what to think. I didnt know that it would have meant that he wasnt coming back. After while I started to feel what it meant not to have a dad to be there beside you when you in trouble or to know that he wasnt gonna be there to be the grandfather of the children I might have growing up in life. Its really hard. I would hear my friends talking about there fathers taking them out to dinner for their birthdays and saying how they love their dads so much and how cool they were when they are on your side against your mother. Sometime I would just sit there thinking about all the things we use to do and to know that it is all gone. HE'S NOT COMING BACK!!! TERRIBLES SCENES RUN THROUGH MY MIND LIKE IN A MOVIE THEATER...........Watching our little family tickling each other and beating each other up for fun. But then he started getting sick (thats when the film started messing up) and he starting walking with a cane( its starting to tear) and then COMING HOME ONE AFTERNOON, he was gone (thats when the film started to die out and finally crumpled up into dust.)

RonTeesha Thomas