My father, my hero, the man I looked up to is gone. It was such a sudden death. When I found out I was speechless. I thought how could my father, the healthiest man I know die? He was the one who told my brother and i not to eat too much junk food. He was the one who ran on a treadmill every day to keep himself healthy. Who knew that upon that treadmill he would die a sudden death?
My father died at the worst possible time for me. This is the time I need him most. As you may or may not know, I’m in year 9 going to year 10. This is one of the most important times of my life, because I have to decide which classes I want to take for GCSE’s. These decisions will determine who I become and what I do in life. For a while now I’ve been confused. Confused about who I wanted to be and what I wanted to do. All I knew is that whatever I become, I want to help people. My father suggested I become a lawyer like him. At first I wasn’t sure, but about a month ago we talked about it and I found it very interesting. We were only talking about driving cars and the rules of the road but…. It was a conversation I enjoyed, and one I will never forget. He also told me about a friend of his that he thought could help me become a lawyer. But now he’s gone, who will help me? How will I become a lawyer and fulfil my dream of helping people and making their life better? He also promised to help me with my job experiences and later on help me find some good jobs because he knew some good companies. However he can’t do that anymore because he’s gone.
There was so many things I didn’t get to ask my dad. So many things we didn’t get to do, and can never do now that he’s gone.
My father was a poet. When I was young my father taught me how to write poems. So here is a special poem I wrote for him.
Dad, you have surprised us all,
How could the healthiest man I know suddenly fall,
You were up on a treadmill every day,
Who knew that upon it you would die in a terrible way,
I wish you were here, I wish you weren’t gone,
How could you leave me, terry and mum,
You always put others before yourself,
But you were never so careless with your health,
If only I knew you were sick,
But to yourself you kept that secret,
But I know up in heaven you lay,
Serving the Lord, with a smile on your face,
I hope you look upon us all along the way,
For this isn’t the end,
One day all of our, soul’s will ascend,
And in heaven we will meet again.
By Shelly Tchoutezo