Have you ever wondered why the good die young?

I think about that all the time. It was a perfect Saturday. The couple went to the Bronx, walked around laughing and reminiscing. They went home watched a movie with their kids, but he couldn’t fall asleep. His chest was hurting, he didn’t  feel well. Suddenly, he wasn’t breathing.

That great man was my dad. How could a perfectly healthy man just suddenly not be there when you get home from school? The thought of what happened that night is always in my head.

I wonder if dying hurts. Was there light? What was his last word?

Death is a part of life and sometimes it hurts to say goodbye when you had a great relationship with someone.

Months passed by and the feeling of loneliness and anger was taking over my body. I turned away from my family and friends and started harming my body. I never thought this was going to happen to me. It still seems so unreal and different that the big teddy bear I loved to cuddle with isn’t there anymore.

It’s hard to tell people that I don’t have a dad anymore, or to talk about him in front my friends. It’s great that I have a great family for support and friends, but sometimes you just want your dad.

I want my dad to walk me down the aisle. I want to call him from work. I want to eat ice cream with him. I want to ride in his truck and talk about the economy and history. I want everything I shared with my dad back. If I had one wish in the entire world, it would be to have him back.

Michelle Gallucci 2010

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Michelle Gallucci

I lost my dad in 2010. It was sudden. I have lost a lot of people in life and I'm only 18 years old. I'm a college freshman, I love being with my family and friends. I love being active and learning new things. I didn't know how to deal with the death of my dad until my friend suggested writing. That made me realize that it's okay to grieve and to feel mad. I live every moment as if its my last because we never know when our last heartbeat will come.

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