How it ended

I got the mail and stared at it
Then walked up the long driveway
But why? I knew what I would see
My sister sitting on the ground
Crying about our loss
She had been gone for so long
Away at college for weeks
She only saw him for a few minutes
And he left her with out telling her
How much he really cared.
I got to tell him stories
From my imaginative mind
Of how it would be
If he could be here with me
I sat beside him for hours
Wishing he would listen
Yet I knew he couldn't understand
For he was practically already gone
But I told him anyways
And told him that it would be alright
I was with him all night
I even slept right next to him
On the floor where he would die
That very next day
But that didn’t bother me
For I was his little girl
I even slept through the coughing
And the non-stop deep breaths
The breaths that would be his last
For cancer took him from us

I lost my dad to cancer the summer after my 3rd grade year. I think about him all of the time and write about what I feel. Please comment on this because I love hearing what you think!