I have many memories of my father from when he was alive. He always had this specific smell to him when he came home from work... It was a rough smell with a light hint of sourness. Having him gone now, I miss that smell. His favorite saying of all time was, "Taa-Daa!" He was a very funny character. Now my dad died at age 43 at home. When I think of my dad, all I can think about is his sense of humor and his smile. He may have been a harsh dad at times, but I know deep down he was just being a parent.
My dad was always smiling... (or sleeping)...
If I sit here and close my eyes to think of my dad, the first image that pops up is the last time I saw him. Now the last time I saw him wasn't a time I would like to remember... I was in 8th grade, sitting in my science class, when the principal comes in and pulls me out of the class room. He said that my mom was here and that she needed to talk to me. As I walked down that hallway to the conference room, my heart continued to race. He placed his hand on the door handle, and slowly opened the door. I could see my mom, the counselor, police officers, and other administrative people. I knew that then my father had passed away. I don't know how long we were at the school, but when we left I rode in the front seat of the cop SUV until we were home. Coming home was overwhelming with all the cars and people out in the yard. My brother met me at the police car and gave me a big hug, then walked me inside. Walking inside felt like I was in a small box with a limited amount of air. I felt scared and nervous for what I was about to see. As I walked into the living room I saw my father laying on the floor with a white sheet over him. Now I wont go into detail about what he looked like, but when I uncovered his face to give him a kiss good-bye, I no longer saw my father, I saw a body with a blue face.
