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It’s been 2 years and a little over 4 months since my father passed away. i still remember it as it was yesterday. It was November 29th, I brought dinner home for the family. After dinner, I went to go work on his christmas present and I didn’t hug him or tell him I loved him like I normally did after dinner. A few minutes I heard my mom yell like never before – i ran to her and dad was on the floor. I got down on the floor, asking him if he was okay and soon realized it was more seriously because he was not opening his eyes, so I started pleading with him to wake up. he stopped breathing. my mom and i started to do CPR. i’m not sure if i even did it correctly. i just trying so hard to save my dad. finally the rescue people arrived – i watched as they worked on him – hoping that he would get up. not too long after that they informed us that there was nothing they could do. it still kills me. i loved my dad so much and i would give anything to be able to spend one hour with him, to hug him and tell him how much he means to me and what a wonderful father he was!!
