I Saw My Father Die, When I Was Three!

About 11 years ago, my family had it's first horrible experience with death. We had other relatives die before, but this was the first death that affected us very much. I was three going on four, my brother was five going on six, my mother was 39, and my father was 40. It was a normal Sunday night. My mom was at work, and my father was in our kitchen, reading the newspaper.

My brother and I were in our living room watching TV. We heard a crash in the kitchen and went to see what it was. It was my father who was fallen over from his chair onto the floor. We just stood and watched him for a while, while his breathing slowed. We thought he was sleeping, so we left him.

A little bit later, my mom came home to find my father dead. Once my brother and I had realized what happened, we both cried. My mom and I sat on the floor in our dining room holding each other and bawling. I don't remember ever crying that much in my life. Some men had come to the house, I didn't know who they were at first but I was told later that they were taking his body away.

After my father's death, my mom, brother, and I were affected deeply. My mom began drinking a lot and being depressed. My brother would be very disobedient in school and often stare out windows, daydreaming. I talked about going to heaven a lot and getting to hold my father again and him playing with me.

So, that's my story. I had one of the worst experiences in my life before I was even 5-years-old. I hope people will read this and get something beneficial out of it. I have one last thing to add: I am typing this story in the exact spot my father died.

Britotheanne Britotheanne
13-15, F
Feb 19, 2010