When my mom and everyone else started to calm down I went inside to retrieve my dads body. I knew it had to happen sometime so why not now? When I came into my parent bedroom and instantly started crying. I knew it was going to happen every time so I kept going.
When I tried to lift up the rock I realized it was to big for me to carry on my own and I really didn't want to have to make my mom come in here and help me. So I ran to Arthur's house and asked him if he could help me. He said sure even though he was still crying from his brother's death.
When I re entered the room my dad was in the same place but... With out an arm. I went over to him and there was blood everywhere. My mom came in as I was bending down to get a better look. "I wanted to get him out of here b-but I couldn't" she said as tears streamed down her face. I told her she should leave and she nodded and headed out the door.
Arthur and I both picked up the rock together and placed it in the corner. I saw my fathers face with bruises and bits of dried up blood. I looked down his body and saw it was crushed and flattened by the rock. I ran to Arthur and cried for about what seemed like years. "I'll take his body, don't worry Julia" He told me. I was so great full for him. I let him go so he could take my dad away forever. I walked with a shake all the way to my room and when I got there I cried and screamed on my bed. That was the last time I was ever going to see my dad again.
