He was still a kid at heart and it showed through the way he acted and the gifts he gave me. Some of the gifts he gave me seemed as if he got it to enjoy it alongside me such as an R. C. plane, or even when he got me a snake when I was younger. My mom didn't approve, and she didn't even know about it until he gave it to me for my birthday. My father was the funniest person I knew and daily he would make me laugh until I started crying from laughter. It seems like he was always talking about someone whether it be about how they look, or how they act ,and he would also imitate them which absolutely had my family in stitches. His heart was in the right place though, and he is an important and wise figure in my life that will never be forgotten. I can still remember the council that he gave me and it's made me into a the type of man that always follows through and does the best he can possibly do. When I fall short of doing the best I can it hurts me because I would still like to please my father even though he isn't here to see what I do. It makes me feel like he wouldn't be proud of me for the decisions I've made, that's why I need to try harder in my life to be the best I can be.
The events that led to my father's death weren't pleasant, at least that's how I remember it. My memories of that period of time consisted of long days and nights of doing my homework at the hospital, The constant worry of whether or not my father would make it or not, and the thought of life without him. I can remember one day in particular where I finally could see my dad and I'll remember that day for the rest of my life. When walked into the hospital room, the first thing I saw was my father laying motionless in his bed with a tube down his throat to help him breathe. He was also hooked up to about 15 different machines all of which were keeping him alive. I walked up to the bed and all I could do was just cry.