He's gone.

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" Dad!" No answer. " Hey, dad!" No answer. My dad has chronic obstructive pulmonary disease also known as COPD. Basically, it's a lung disease that makes it really hard to breathe and is the fourth deadliest disease in the world. There is no cure just medication. He says he's fine, but we know he's not. As I walk into his room I scream for mom. Dad's on the floor, so I run and start CPR. My mom didn't come up, but my sister Maddy did. 

" Whats going on? Oh my gosh, dad? " Maddy say's before running over. Maddy starts breaking down crying when I hear mom walk through the door telling me to stop,  with tears running down her eyes, because he's dead. I just keep going even though I can't see a thing , " Why can't I see anything? ".Mom walks over and takes my hands off dads.  " No! I can save him. I can help." I try to scream at the top of my lungs, but it really comes out as a whisper. 

I lost my bestfriend that day. 

It's been two years since my dad died and every year we would go to Cali for our annual surfing trip. I couldn't stand to go last year without him, but this year my mom's focing me. she says's dad would want me to keep our tradition alive. Guess I don't have a choice. 



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