Days had pasted and soon months. He laid there helplessly. His body as white as snow. His hands cold as ice. He hadn’t ate in days and it started to show. I could count each rib one by one. His bones where seeking through his skin and he began to look more like a skeleton than a human being. Every breathe was a struggle. His time was coming to an end.
Every morning I would go to his bed and try to wake him up. “Daddy, Daddy wake up!” He would wake up resistibly and would always having coughing fits. The nurses would rush in and push me aside like I was nothing, so that they could tend to my Daddy’s coughing spells. Most of the time he would cough up blood and the nurses would go into a silent panic. They all would stand there and look at each other, then call in the doctor. They knew he only had moments to spare.
One morning I went to go wake him up, I pushed, shoved and yelled for him to wake up. Nothing. As I pushed his body I felt he was colder than ever before. I persistent in my attempts to wake him. My mother had finally had a enough of my screaming and came in to see what was wrong. She began to call for him, “Lucius wake up my dear…” she called in the nurses and doctor. They gathered around him. My mother grabbed me and held me close as we watched helplessly. I could feel my mothers pain and the tears streaming down her face. And then happened, they pronounced he was gone at before sunrise. I had just lost my Daddy.
That day was the worst days of my life. The roman empire was all up in arms about their leaders death. They panicked and crying among the streets and they cried out his name. No one knew where the roman empire would go from here. As time pasted, I began to accept that my father was dead. I believe that he really didn’t even leave me. I felt his presents all around me, guiding me through my day. Every morning since his death, I felt him trying to wake me up, getting me back for all the time I woke him. I believe my father never really died, just his spirit here on earth. I see me around house from time to time checking up on things. My mother doesn’t believe me, when I tell her I see him. I see him back to his normal self, pink cheeks and always a grin on his face. A much happier form of my father. His spirit lives on and he never lets me forget his presents are around me all the time.