loss(facts)

Dublin,ca August 8th 1983, hear a noise so I rise clean the sleep fromy eyes thinking "who could that be"? Without a care about my hair hopped from my bed to the chair shouting who's there as I head down the stairs Found out what I was asking that's when my world came crashing found my dad with a blank stare gasping for air! With tears in my eyes drop to my knees screaming " please dad breath" " I can't do this without you its your son" It all happened so fast thats when I watched him take his last my dad my hero US Navy first class SH1, Not sure how long the nightmare lasted saw his body bag then his casket may his spirit live on and never replaced, Just another county case with his drunk ass wife punching me in the face making me feel like my existence was a waiste Ran away couldn't take it any longer guess what what don't kill you makes you stronger did some great things but also became a felon, Good or bad happy or sad I still love and respect my dad who died at age of 44 his name was Donavon Leigh Mcclellan. By mike mcclellan