Four years ago my father, Chad, was killed in a four-wheeler accident. He was a great man. Every day I think of him. How we would sit at the park and talk till five and play hide and go seek. He and I loved chocolate milk and banana bread. We would sit on the couch, watch TV while eating banana bread and drinking chocolate milk. When my sister was three and I was six, my dad would get off of work early and take us to a country road were there was hundreds of flowers. There was red, blue, yellow, green, pink, and orange flowers everywhere.
But for now I just think of him and what we would do.
When you are sad and all alone, think of a person that is ill or that has passed away. Think of the way they would hold you and love you. And remember its ok to cry! by Brooklyn