When you’re seven and your dad dies it changes you.
You will become severely disappointed in life.
You will be washed over with fresh disappointment everyday when the thought of seeing your Dad after school comes before the reminder that he is dead.
It takes years before you are able to reconcile with the fact that he’s gone for good…but you never stop daydreaming about seeing him again…or what it would be like had he never left.
You will be forced to re-evaluate your faith. You will question God and his intentions long before many of your friends.
You will wish you were dead because you will know being dead will put you together again.
You will want to remind everyone of the loss in your life. Everyone should know your Dad is dead. Everyone should know you suffer more than they do.
When your seven year old classmates refuse to let you play with them on the playground, you will look to the sky and sigh an exasperated sigh.
When your seven year old classmates call you a baby and ask you if you’re looking to the sky to keep the tears from falling down your face you will look at them and yell, “NO! I’M ASKING MY DAD FOR HELP AND TO FORGIVE YOU FOR BEING SO MEAN!!”
And they will ask you to play with them again.
And when you sit down for journal writing your teacher will ask the class to write a story about Spring, your classmates will think about flowers and bunnies, but you will think about death.