August 24th, 2006 was only the beginning of my life where you wouldnt want to be. My father passed away of an overdose when he was 34 years old. I was 12. I woke up one morning from the alarm going off. I walked into the living room to find my dad lying on the floor. I just thought he passed out from taking so many pills. I sat beside him and touched his back and said dad over and over again.. No response. I touched his face. He was cold. I didnt know what to do. I woke up my little brother, who was 7 at the time. he layed next to my dad all night while he was gone... we didnt have a house phone at the time, so i ran over to my neighbors house. i was scared to call 911, because what if he was ok when i got back home? i was so young i didnt know what to do. the first person i called was my great grandpa and i told him i thought dad was dead.. my neighbor over heard me and told me to call 911. So i called and they sent an ambulance over. it felt like the longest time of my life.. i sat outside my house crying. my little brother was so shocked he just stood there and stared into the street. the ambulance finally got there, and my grandpa showed up. i walked inside. there were people everywhere. i remember going up to the paramedic and asking if my dad was dead, and he said yes he is, im sorry and he hugged me. I cried. My gpa drove me over to his house.. my great gma was in the shower and i walked back there and told her... she cried sooo hard. the day he died i felt complete emptiness. i didnt feel anything. i sat and just stared at the tv thinking this is just a dream....
Tomorrow, i am going to wtite from the day after the funeral and i moved to anamosa with my dads mom, my grandma and her husband Jack.
