My Personal Narrative By Kathleen Reicher Analysis

My personal narrative

By kathleen reicher When my dad died, I felt hurt. When I heard my dad died a few days later I had decided to go to Billings Montana to see what he looked like my mom touched his hand then she started crying then we all started crying because we all missed him so much but I know that my dad made my strong for him before he died my brother and I got to spend four days with him we had so much fun we went to a arcade we went go kart riding. This had in impact on my life because I'll always have good memories with him now it's been about almost four or five years without him. My brother Clay is the oldest he just recently turned 16 he didn’t cry because we have different dads but my dad was like a real dad

My mom said i'm just like him and so is Joey. My dad had arthritis in his legs so my aunt debbie had to carry his to school every day. He loved being outside but he couldn't so my brother Joey is in football for my dad and himself even if it's dangerous. Clay on the other hand don’t do sports I felt miserable without my dad but he made me strong he told me all the time to stay strong keep my head up and I did. I could tell that my mom felt regretful for what she did to my dad because when they got a divorce when she was signing the paper my brothers and I where in the bronco I slipped out of my carseat and pushed the shifter forward in the truck and it started rolling so clay got up in the front seat and crashed the bronco in to a car and a fence to save our lives if it wasn't for Clay, Joey and I would not be here today . So my dad lived in our van my brothers and I would always go outside to see him. We would always be with him every day. He would always make us laugh we were so happy with my dad with us but now he’s gone. It’s been hard but I know I can be strong for him. We all love him and are gonna be strong for him. But we know that he’s in a better place. I know to just stay calm and love life while your here. My dad was an amazing father we all love him and miss him dearly. He is loved all the time. Sometimes I listen to songs that remind me of him like daddys girl, that's my job, to my parents, the little girl. I wish i could hear him say i made his day one more time. But at least we got too spend the weekend with him until he moved to montana after he moved we stopped getting to see him but we still made plans to see him about a week before he died. His probation officer made him stop drinking. He had a job at holiday inn motel. He was always there for me no matter what. Nothing was the same after he died. Now it’s just my mom, brothers,family and I We didn’t wanna do anything