![]() But here I am today, living with them still. All I remember of my grandmother telling me about her death was that, where would me and my brother go? We had no one. It infected her lungs and she died in a hospital with no one around. My mother had smoked as did my father so her demise was by its poison. ![]() My father had a heart condition, ate red meat the night before and when I woke up the next thing I knew my father was motionless on the floor, police were everywhere and everything turned red as I screamed bloody murder at his dead body, something of "I knew you shouldn't have smoked daddy!" Or something. I lost my father and mother at the young age of 7 and 8 so I can relate. This poem really helps me think a lot since I am only a child at the age of 12 so reading poems and such helps ,thank you so much. Do what you think would make him proud, but don't forget about yourself either. But also don't let his passing restrict you from living your life. Even if he isn't around now, he was, and that fact will never change. Do what you believe would make your Dad proud, and if you're not sure, just think back on the memories that you shared together, because you'll always have those. Do what you want to do, but not in a reckless way, but in a way where you're able to make memories that you won't forget. Treasure those around you, even if you don't particularly like them, because those around you are what help to shape you into who you are, both the good and the bad, but most of it is up to you. But I will also say 's not the end for you, not for a long time. ![]() But I will say 's okay it's okay to feel sad, to feel angry, to feel like the world around you is closing in on you. I lost my Dad too, but I cannot pretend to know what you're going through. ![]()
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