Free Write #2

My father died on March 19^th, 2012. Since that day, everything’s been different. The world seems so big, and I just feel alone in this big world. My father was my best-friend who made the world seem like a tiny play pin for me. With him here, everything was better. His death was something I had to get adjusted to, but honestly, I’m still not adjusted to it. I always lie to myself and say something sill like, “he’s not dead; he’s just digging a tunnel to China; he’ll be back soon. I know it sounds ridiculous, but sometimes, that’s the only way I can make myself feel better about the situation. I remember praying night after night hoping that I could speak to him in some way, but it- didn’t happen. I remember giving up all faith in everything, but one night in June, that all changed. I can remember the dream like it was yesterday. He just came out of nowhere and I ran to him excitedly. I played baseball in high school, and was in a bit of a slump for a while, then one game, I hit this huge triple. It was one of the best moments of my life at that time. I asked him, “Daddy, daddy, did you see my hit”? And he said “I seen it”. I woke up happier than ever. That one dream helped me regain my faith.