September 13, 2024 My papa was sick with pneumonia for months. That morning, on Friday, September 13, 2024, my dad took me to school. He had told me that papa's body was too tired. He told my that it was almost his time to go to heaven. On the way to school, we listened to one of papa's favorite songs. I got out of the truck and walked into school, and I couldn't stop thinking about when we talked about papa and having to let him go. It was a long day. A sad one. I checked out and left school to go to therapy. My dad told me to dress nicely. I asked him why. He told me that We have to say goodbye to him and let him go. In the next few minutes I was dressed. I had to get in the truck so my dad could take me to therapy. I cried the whole time when I was in the truck. We got to the therapy office. I talked to my therapist about having to leave my papa. She supported me and she gave me a warm bear hug. After the therapy session, my sister's dad dropped her off with us. She ran up to my dad and hugged him. We didn't have much time. We rushed to the hospital whare papa was at. We had walked in the hospital room. The whole family was in there. And so was our Pastor. We all were in tears. All of us said our last words. I said to him, "Know that I will always love you." We then played one of his favorite songs. He had heard His last song. The doctors walked in. My papa had tubes connected to a machine in his throat. They were the only thing keeping him alive. They turned off the machine. They took him to the upper floor. We went with him. His body was twitching. Nana told him, "Follow that light." He was going home. The doctors even started crying. He stopped breathing. I walked next to his body. I started crying harder. We all left the hospital and then went to nana's house. I walked in her house. Everything felt different. I didn't want to be at her house anymore because everything I looked at that made me think of papa. I cried so hard. I didn't want to be at her house anymore. Nana's neighbor came over. It was my best friend's (Anna's) dad. He asked me to help her with something. I went over to her house, and walked in. Her mom asked me if I was okay. She knew that he had passed away. I told her I was fine. But inside, I really wasn't. I helped Anna with some things. We talked for a while. Anna was really there for me when I told her that he died. After that, I had to go back to nana's. I didn't want to because I knew as soon as I walked in, I would start crying. I went back to her house and felt a big wave of sadness pound me. A few minutes later, Anna came back over to ask if I could stay the night at her house. Her dad said yes. And so did nana. I knew that all I wanted to do was leave her house. I went to Anna's and it was a long night. Anna's mother was buzzed a few hours later. We stayed up until 4:00 dealing with her. Trying to talk some sense into her. Anna tried to snatch the bottle out of her hand. She got the bottle and poured the wine out of the bottle. Anna did everything she could. And I knew that papa was with me when it happened. After Anna got tired she went to sleep. I couldn't sleep that night. I missed him. And my night had been a disaster.
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