On June 3rd, 2011 a shooting star soared through the sky during my high school graduation party. I remember thinking, “My life is pretty wonderful, give this wish to someone else.” Two nights later we lost my dad to a heart attack in the middle of the night. It was that night that made me grow up way too fast and realize how short life can be. At the time my mom explained to me how we would have to adjust to this new normal. I hated it but with time, I grew to understand it completely. While I want him here with me every day and wish that I could have just one more conversation with him. I know that he is watching over me, my mom and sisters, and at the end of the day, I need to live a happy life for him because that is what he would want!
Story submitted by Molly