He is gone

Prologue

   "Oh hunny I know it is hard but we need to move on. It has been a year since he passed away." Mom said to me.
     "I know but I can't, he was my father." I told her, still crying. It was the day when we had to get rid of my fathers stuff. Yes it has been a year since he has passed but it was too hard on us to move his stuff sooner. I wiped the tears from my eyes and looked at the picture I held in my hands. It was a picture of my dad and his two best friends. They were my dad's closest friends before his accident. We don't speak about it that often. My dad was a hero, he was a fireman, but he died when he was saving a family from a fire. The day he died was the day my world crumbled and this is my story.