I knew something still was not right, I don't know if my brother was feeling it too, but I know I sure was. I had no idea what was going to come out of my mom's mouth, I could only imagine until she said it. My mom's tired eyes reddened and watered with tears. Sadness just overtook her expression. She burst, tears rolled from her eyes. I just remember the confused stares, I had never seen or experienced any sadness or pain in my life. The world was a perfect happy place, I didn't know anything else besides that. Confused, speechless, and even frightened, I tried to console my mom. She grabbed me and hugged me, squeezed so tight as if she would never be able to hold me so close again. I had no idea what was wrong with her. I then spoke to her, my voice was trembling and shaky. I was afraid to ask, but then I told her to tell us, and I asked her what was wrong. She whispered it out, as soon as I heard the words, it was as if my whole world came crashing to a stop. I heard brakes slamming and screeching of tires, and a big crash. She said that my father had passed away the night before. I was angry, sad, frightened, confused. Everything hit me at once, all the emotions you could think of, hit me. I weakened and felt the tears I tried and tried to hold back, I glanced at Tim and saw the tears on his cheeks, that did it, I couldn't hold it anymore. The three of us slept together in my mom's bed that night. It was hard for me to understand exactly what had .
happened, I was pretty young, I was only 10. Lying in bed before I fell asleep, I couldn't help but think of him. That day has to be the worst day I've ever experienced, the day I found out my father died. It changed me in ways that I can't even explain. I was pretty close do my dad even though my parents had been divorced since I was just an infant. He lived with my grandparents in the country, all of my memories I have of him come from out in the country.