The last time I saw my dad he was in the hospital, he said some think but he couldn’t talk proply so I didn’t understand, so I asked him what he said, he said it again but I still couldn’t understand and he hates repeating himself. So he shouted at me and even though I didn’t know what he said I ran out of the room crying. I was living with my Nan at time so her and my mum said it was best for me not to go see him any more because it upset me. Three weeks later this girl went to see him and he kept saying “Karen come here” over and over but she wasn’t me. I wasn’t aloud to go see him. A few days later I was laid in bed waiting for my Nan to shout me to get up for school, when I hear the phone ring, I just knew in my heart what had happened. Then my Nan shouted me, I went down and she said that my dad had passed away that morning. I started crying but it hadn’t really sunk in. The nurses said that morning he died he held his arms in the air and was calling his sister, who had passed away a few years before.