Last time I saw my dad he was saying bye to us at the airport. He hugged us so tight, kissed us so much, didn't want to let go. My mom siblings and I had to go leave back home cuz' we were starting school, and he stayed in Los Cabos. When we got in the airplane he came out where we could see him from the window, I remember he didn't leave until we weren't able to see him. We didn't talk to him when we there Next day on my first day of school a teacher came in to my second class of the day and told me my uncle was waiting for to take us on a trip. I remember they looked at me with sad eyes. My uncle look terrified too the whole ride he was quiet, I knew then something awful had happened. Once I got to the city we were taken in a black car to my grandmothers house, and taken by my mom into a office, thats when my mom sat down in a chair defeated told us my dad had gone to heaven.
The way my dad said good bye so much to us and didn't want to let go makes me feel like my dad knew it was his time, and it scares me when someone I love says good bye a lot I dont want to loose them. I love them.
