I will write about the day I lost someone very important in my life. John Doe, my father was a very hardworking person, he never missed a day of work and was always willing to do anything for anyone. He was so energetic, always so happy and was rarely angry. I feel lucky to have been raised by such a wonderful person as him and hope to follow in my father's footsteps one day. I always called myself a daddy's girl and for a long time I don't know what came over me, but I never got along with my mother. It was always my father that I wanted to be with. The right words never came to mind when I was with my mother. Everything suddenly changed the day my father came home early from work with a sharp pain in his lower spine. It was so bad that he found it difficult to sit up straight; he had to lie down to relieve the pain. One night the pain became so bad that my mother had to rush my father to the hospital. It was 4 in the morning! My mom rushed me and my 3 younger brothers to get ready, I didn't know whether to be scared or nervous about taking my dad to the hospital or angry that he woke us up so early. We spent countless hours in the hospital and during all that time all kinds of thoughts ran through my head. “Will my father be okay?” My grandmother picked us up early and took us to her house. My parents came home the next day and called everyone in the room. My father has cancer. He had a tumor on his spine and it was cancerous, here's the cause... middle of the paper... It took me a while to date or go anywhere with anyone since they wanted me to have fun, but in my eyes it felt like betraying my father by having fun instead of being sad. My dad and I's birthdays are both in June, his is seven days before mine, and this May 29, 2014 will count 8 months without him. Even today I don't like hearing anyone talk about my dad, the memory still makes me cry as if it happened yesterday. When I hear other people being rude to their dad or making a rude comment, it makes me want to tell the person that I would do anything to spend one more day with my dad. I am embarking on a new journey in life without my father and I will hold onto every memory, good or bad, as tight as I can.