My mum begins to speak,"Your Dad was staying at your grandma's house for the weekend while she was away, Shelly (my dad's girlfriend) had been calling him all morning waiting for someone to pick up, hours past and she began to get worried". I give my mum a gentle nod to carry on.She then tells me and my brother that shelly had called my uncle, living only in the next village to my grandma's ageing house in the small village of Natland. My uncle goes round to the house, unaware od what was ahead,to check on my unresponsive dad. He bangs on the door hoping for him to come unbolt the lock and let him in but there was no answer.My uncle begins slamming the door with his shoulder until it's rusted hinges become loose and he is able to enter the house.My grandma's house, being the age it was had an oak frame that ran through the interior, a thick reinforcing beam.The beam a strong thought that rushed around my mind, my uncle cautiously entered the house to be welcomed with my dad, hanging from that oak beam, in the hallway of my grandma's house. My uncle cut him down and untied the noose that lay around his fare neck.His face blue.His body cold.My uncle was unable to help him.It was on Tuesday 7th January 2013 that I found out my dad had committed suicide in the hallway of my grandma's house.The bitter Tuesday that began so innocent and insignificant formed into the most devestating day of my existence, the day I felt my perception of reality and the world around me transform.
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The Life Lasting Journey
Non-FictionFollowing a young youth as they journey through the emotional pain and trauma faced upon them, originally based on true events.
