The Start

I was in my senior year of high school when i found out my dad had more then just the flu. I was driving to school on my way to cheerleading practice when my mom called in tears. She told me to pick up my brother from school and come to the emergency room to see dad. i had this feeling in the pit of my tummy. He had been sick with the flu all week and now in the emergency room? So may thoughts ran threw my mind. i picked up my brother and we didnt say a word the whole way to the hospital. When we arrived my mom was crying and she hugged us both. She then told us that dad had Leukimia. We didnt say anything. When i went in to see him he looked weak, pale, not like our dad. i had a feeling in my tummy that this was the last time i would see him even though my parents were telling me he would be okay. I hugged him and said i love you and cried myself to sleep. My mom went with him to a hospital about 3 hours away so i watched my little brother and tried to keep things okay. Two days later my mom said she was coming home. i knew something was wrong. My mom and dad were very much in love and she would have never left that hospital if he was still there. All i really remember was walking down the stairs a few hours later seeing my mom and my two uncles. she walked in and told my brother and me that our dad had died. The next few days are a blur. my boyfriend at the time would stay the night and make sure everything was okay with my mom and my brother and me. I spoke at my dads funeral and am glad i did. However now all i think about is that day my mom walked in and when i was on the podium sharing memories of my dad to hundreds of people who came. Our whole town was there. he was and is an amazing guy and the best father anyone could ask for. i miss him more then i will ever understand. i am now 18 years old. it has not even been a year and i still feel like it will never get better.