Sorry For Your Death

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seemed motionless for eternity. Right at that moment everything seemed to vanish. I couldn’t even think, that is of anything except for the fact that Mr. Prz was gone. Really gone. I flashed back to reality and all I could manage to get out was a stammer and then the flood of tears came pouring down. The ongoing conversation of dreadful information made me feel like I was being cut with a cleaver. That knife just kept being pushed into my heart deeper and deeper by the second. After hearing all I could I barrelled downstairs. In between tears all I could manage to get out was “Mom. Dad. He’s dead, He is really dead.”

At the funeral I remember the speech the priest gave and he said something that stuck to me very clearly. He said “Mike was the definition of a humble man” and nothing could be said more perfect. Your father, my second dad, reminded me so much of my own dad which makes this harder for me. He was always there for you and supported you in everything you did. He also ...

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