• My father had died when I was 8. He had died in a car accident on the 91 freeway at 10:30 am. He was the nicest father anyone could wish for. He was really nice and he will never get mad at you.But my imagination was still strong. I often dream of him coming back to me. I really wish that were true.The day before he died he said "I'm sorry" but i didnt know why. Then when i was at my nannie's house my mom came in (eyes full of tears) saying my father had died.I stayed up all night crying wishing what my mom had told me werent true, but he never came home that night. My friends have missed him so much!My cousin kim was crying with me too. I told her that i would never forget him.

    Love,
    Christine