Cold Emnity

Cold Enmity

              The horrid rattling of a warm chill ran forcefully down the vertebrae of my spine. I was informed of the words falling out in clumps from my mom’s mouth. The whole world was engulfed in darkness. For once in my life, there was not a speck of light in my mind.

“My dad’s dead…this sucks.” I said aloud, quietly to myself.

By myself, in my room, nothing was thought, everything was thought. Thoughts of remorse, thoughts, of confusion, anger, depression, stress and especially…hostility…for the doctor. He who was responsible for the medical malpractice. He who gave my dad the pills, his good-willed nature could not over-power his intense greed, lust for money.

People tried to talk to me, like they understood. But they didn’t. Not in my mind. I didn’t go to school for days, that was not a priority. I got over it a lot faster then expected. Being an optimist; I found good in the situation. I learned a lot about him, His musical abilities, and his tragedies. I respected him more, even though, I grew up without him most my life, I found he did a lot for me, than an average father. He stopped his evil alcoholism, and no obstacle was too enormous for him to overcome. I learned be caring for every little thing. Even people who hated me.

But, the very concept of his absence still haunts me. These very words are hard to combine. Every day I am thankful not to be dead. Many others should be too. Even if they're life sucks, it could be worse.

That cold winter day changed my life, and the following Christmas was the worst I'd ever had.