OK so this one is how I felt when my dad died, just so you know I was 4 now I'm 12
I cried and cried the day he died.
I was so upset, so upset.
I cried and cried until my mother came to take me home.
I cried and cried the day he died .
I hated god for taking him away from me.
But as I grow older I realize that if he was still alive he would have suffered because of his heart.
So I'm glad god took him away, even though it hurts me.
Because it would have hurt him more if he had stayed.
