Until The Day He Died
As I stand here over his grave, the tears stream down my face, and I place the yellow roses on the side of his stone. I take the American flag I purchased at the CVS down the street and place it in the slot next to the flowers. I touch the gravestone, telling him I love him and miss him very much. The tears started to flow harder, and I start thinking about that very night.
It was a cold, dark October night. October 23 to be exact. That was the night that changed my life forever. I had a soccer game for my high school that evening, and as I was getting on the bus after the game, I thought to myself, this is the first game all season that he didn't attend. Pushing the thought aside, I got on the bus with the rest of the team to celebrate our victory all the way home. We pull into the parking lot, and we all run off the bus and go to our cars. Well, I run to my mom's car, not being old enough to drive yet. She asks me about the game, and we talk on the way to my house. We pulled up to the front of the house. She tells me she loves me, kisses me on my cheek, and sends me on my way. It's been two weeks, at this point, since mom has moved out.
I walked into the house and greeted my dad and brother Corey and headed off to the bathroom. I decided to take a bath, instead of a shower, to relax my muscles. As I was sitting there washing up in the hot water, I could hear my dad through the wooden door, "Stuck? What the hell do you mean he's stuck?" He continues his conversation. "Not moving? But is he breathing?" My dad's voice suddenly changed to a more frightening tone. "Okay Cyndy, meet me there right now!" My dad and brother grabbed their keys and rushed out the door. Me, trying to think of who it could be, or what could of happened, came up with nothing.
Within twenty minutes, I heard the kitchen door fly open, and my brother starts banging on the bathroom door. "Riss! Grab your...
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