You truly never appreciate what you had until its gone
It was my senior year of high school and although my dad never pushed me into sports I always found myself doing very well in everything athletic. I am right on the brink of starting my senior baseball season and I'm naturally very excited. My father took a job in Jacksonville (about 5 hours away from our home) after taking a paycut from his last job. He always put our family first and provided everything and then some for our family. And although it pained him to work so far from he thought he would stick it out for 6 months and then relocate the family down to Jacksonville. It's two weeks from baseball season and I'm getting excited for it to start. I woke up on a late day in January and wished my sister a happy birthday she was turning 11. I dropped her off at school but for some reason I decided to stay home and not go to school, I had a very uneasy feeling in my stomach. Around 11am I get a call from my mom telling me to pick up my sisters and take the first flight down to Jacksonville, she was already on a plane at the time. I picked my sisters up and we were on our way to Jacksonville, I knew something was terribly wrong. We met my mother in the airport around 4pm that day and all my worst fears were confirmed, my dad had a sudden cardiac arrest and died on the way to the hospital. We all huddled in a circle crying in the airport for probably 15 minutes until we manged to get into a rental car and to the morgue. It was truly the most tragic thing I have ever dealt with in my life and it was just as hard on everybody in my family. My dad was a great guy and I love him more than anything, I would literally give everything to talk to him one last time.