Personal Narrative: My Father's Death

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I was squatting down surrounded by white walls, white floors, and bleached fluorescent lights. I was told that white bright colors represented safety, purity, and goodness but I only felt empty. Feeling empty was something that I have never felt before, being in the hospital only made it worse. This was the first time that I had been to the hospital in a month. My and sisters and I finally found out what why my dad was so sick. My mom and dad had been keeping it from us, but decided it was time to let us know that my dad had tongue and throat cancer. Along with the recent news about my dad having cancer, we were also told that his chance of survival was 30%. At this moment my world was flipped upside down. There is a 70% chance of my dad …show more content…

There is a 30% chance that my dad could live. I wouldn't have to picture my life without him if he put up a fight. I knew that he could do it because he is one of the hardest working men i've ever met. My father was born in an extremely low income family but worked as much as he possibly could to make a name for himself. I knew that he could do it. I finally had the hope that I craved. One evening a lady from our church dropped off a gift for our family. We decided to wait to open it till we got to the hospital. When we got to the hospital my dad was excited to see that our church community continued to stay in touch. He opened the gift and it turned out to be a prayer blanket. None of our family members really understood the until we read the note inside. It explained that there are small strings that come of the blanket and when you want to make a prayer you tie a knot in the strings. It was a unique blanket with a quilted design. This blanket would allow me to feel free and open with my thoughts. Every chance that I had I would tie knots on the blanket begging god to allow my dad to beat the

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