To my father.

I new from the start
You didn't have to long left
But the day before
Your eyes where still open
You where able to tell me
You loved me
For the last time
When i left the hospital
I didn't know that was the last time I would ever hear your voice

The next day
i was hanging out with some friends down town
when my mother called
and told me to get to the hospital as fast as i could
my poor father was dyeing
and i was just with my friends

They drove me to the hospital
and told me it would be fine before they drove off
i ran down hallways trying to find his room
when i did i read the sign
on his door that said "no vidal signs need"
i walked in i saw him
in a state no 13 year old girl
could ever image her father in

Everyone just looked at me with pain in there eyes
and told me my dad would not make it throw the night
they told me he was a fighter tho that he mite pull throw

they left me there with him
to say my goodbyes
but all i could do
was hold his hand and cry
i kissed his head and told him how much i loved him
when they all came back in
it seem all they could do was look at me
with that same pain in there eyes
as hour past i just sat by his bed side

When they asked me if i wanted to sleep
i just replayed i rather stay with my father
each of them left except for me my aunt and my step brother

and so suddenly
my father took one last big breath and opened his eye
my brother spoke the words
honey
i think hes gone
my mouth just dropped
i walked over to my fathers face
and looked at his blue eyes just stare at me

i couldn't breath for a minuet
my mind went blank
as i leaped into my aunt arms and cried the hardest i ever had
everyone came back in
we all stared to cry
everyone told me that i was the one that was there when he past on
but it didn't seem like enof

as i left the hospital that night
with my mom holding one side of me
and my aunt the other
i was unable to walk i was unable to cry
i was unable to think
breath and speak
i was in my own world
as they placed me in the car
i looked out at the rain
realizing even god was crying on the awful night

i layed in bed that night
crying myself to sleep
realize nothing would ever be the same
and that i had to brake to news too my friends
how was i ever supposed say
I don't have a father anymore and i never will