My Dad-Short Story

What is life without someone to share it with? . What is love if it's always given, but never received? My mind was in a state of gloom, and my body was in despair. My father had passed recently, and I still hadn't recovered. Every time I drove my car around the city, I would cry. Every place held a million memories from my childhood.

Where did all the time go? One day, he was holding my hand as he picked me up from school. I'm running and jumping, telling him how I got a gold star on my test, and the next day he's just gone. He always had a smile that lit up a room, and he always sacrificed for me so I could have whatever I wanted. I've been feeling this ominous cloud over me every day since his funeral. It feels like the life has been sucked out of me. I want it back, but I just don't know what to do.

When I look in the mirror, I see his face, with a chiseled jaw, a Full beard, and eyes that say to the world, 'I can protect you. ' But I come to reality and notice it's just me, I'm scared to be alone , I'm so scared it sends me into panic attacks. I opened the door to my home, and as I walked in, it felt cold and distant. Trash was piling up in the front room ,and it was beer bottles everywhere. I sat down on the dark couch . and picked up our family photo. I placed it on my chest and closed my eyes, sobbing myself into a aching dream of you.