If I were to write a book about my dad, the final sentence would have to describe the gravity of his presence and the impact of his leaving. It would reflect the unexpected end to a chapter of my life that was already closed with the pressures and uncertainties of my senior year in school.
My dad's passing was sudden, a reality that struck in the most ordinary of settings in our home. It wasn't the dramatic or grand event one might expect, but rather a quiet, intense moment that forever changed the landscape of my life. I watched as he slipped away, his final breaths, I cannot forget, the noise of a world that seemed to keep turning despite the enormity of the loss.
In those last moments, the world around us felt both incredibly small and impossibly vast. The weight of his absence was immediate and overwhelming, and as I sat there, understanding the reality of his final moments, I struggled to find words that could possibly capture the depth of the grief and confusion I felt.
If I were to tell that experience into a single sentence, it would be a reflection of the personal and deep impact of losing him. It would acknowledge the void left behind, the silence that followed his leaving, and the way his absence altered my world in a way that no other event could.
So, the last sentence in a book about my dad would be something like this: "And as the final page turned, it was clear that the story of my father wasn't just a chapter in my life but the very essence of who I became in the face of his absence." Because even if he died at the beginning of my story that doesn't mean he is not my hero and main character.
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Random Thoughts
Non-FictionSome random thoughts that I think of at 2 AM or when I am sad or let's just say some feelings... I hope you will enjoy reading what's running in my mind before I fall asleep... Started: 5/6/2020 (ongoing)
