EAP 400 CRN30827/CRN33337
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4 March 2021
The Sudden
Death of My Father
One of the most difficult things for a person
is losing a father and not being able to attend his funeral. My father is the
helper in my life; there is no one to assist and be a real support for me
except him. My father's death was a powerful shock I received on the worst day
of my life.
First of all, I remember very well that day in
November, my father died. I was sitting in my office studying English, then it
was six o'clock in the evening. Suddenly, my phone rang, and my brother was
calling. I was surprised that he called in the middle of the night because the
time difference between Morocco and Florida is six hours. I asked him if
everything was good. He remained silent and wandering at the time, unable to
speak from the intensity of sadness. Until he was overcome with tears to tell
me the news of my father's death. It was such a massive shock for me that I had
not seen him in three years. I started crying and screaming because I
remembered the difficulty of going to my country to attend the burial and
comforting my mother.
Moreover, I was saying that my dad would one
day come to visit me in Florida. He will love nature here and the seas because
he loves to fish. It was his favorite pastime because he feels comfortable
while fishing. Besides, this hobby is common in Florida. My father's visit was
among the goals that I had been striving to achieve since I came to the United
States of America. I can say this goal has become a dream; it came true.
Occasionally, my father visits me in my dreams. Sometimes I can feel his
presence.
In addition, not a day goes by when I do not
wake up or sleep without praying for him or thinking about him and wish he were
still on this earth. Sometimes I hope everything was genuinely dreamy and that
I would wake up one day and find my father by my side. Even I know I am asking
for something impossible. I know the truth that my father is gone suddenly and
forever.
After receiving my father's death, I did not
get the chance to say goodbye to him or tell him that I love him. Everything
was surprising and nobody expected his death. Once my father left me, all that
was beautiful in his presence went with him, and when my father died at that
time, I felt endless sadness for him. My deceased father was the source of my
smile that never left me. When he died, I was so weak that I became like a rose
that withered one day but impossible to bloom again. So, my dad is not
compensated and is not repeating himself.
In conclusion, grieving the loss of a father is
a difficult and arduous process that drains our energy. The day when my father
left me was the worst day of my life.