The Life of someone Important.

The funeral

Why did this happen? Why did they take my father? The only person in this world I could turn to. Why?! I looked as the lowered my fathers coffin into the ground. Tanya looked down at it, confused.

"Where's daddy?" she asked.

"H-he went away" I said trying to stop from breaking down.

"On a holiday?" said Tanya.

"Yeah, sort of..." I said.

"Oh don't lie to her! You cruel boy! Tanya your daddy has left you! He's dead!" Said my mother, Helen. She has bipolar disease. She got me so angry. See my mother had an affair with a drunken moron, left my dad, then he got kidney cancer. She abandoned us in our time of need!

"Shut up! She doesn't understand what death is yet! Why must you be so inconsiderate!? You're a horrible mother!" I shouted in her face.

Everyone was looking at me. I wasn't scared. I looked her in the eye. She grabbed me by the ear and dragged me round the corner. She slapped me hard. I slapped her back. She looked shocked. I was almost 15! She couldn't treat us like that. If she even tries it on Tanya I will hurt her. I didn't like slapping my mum. She was so uncaring, she didn't love my dad, but she should have respect for him!

"You are a monsterous mother, you don't deserve Tanya! She's an amazing child! The minute I turn sixteen I'm gonna get custody of her and I won't let YOU see her!" I shouted.

She was silent. She kicked my shin and I fell to the ground. She grabbed me up by my hair and took my back to the service. I stood with my big sister Jessica for the rest of the session. Then I was called to make the speech. I stood there on the stand and looked at everyone, the people who loved my father, and then my mothers side who were there for the free drinks. I took a deep breath and began my speech.

"Keith Wilson, was a brilliant, photographer, husband and father, his life ended as a deep blow to us all. All of us here knew him as a friend, family member or confidant. He cared for those around him so kindly. He never left anyone out. He grew up in Talybont, Wales. My father had the best parents anyone could ask for and his life was full of greatness and fulfillment. Then the kidney cancer killed him. " I looked at my mum, she left him if she'd stayed maybe he'd of had something! "We all shall miss my father, and hope that he enjoys his very long sleep"

My gran came up to me at the end of the ceremony and handed me an old brown book.

"Find out about your father, write about him, this journal is all Tanya might have in the future" She said.

I took the book, and well here I am.