The death of him, is the death of me.

From England to Florida. Wow. I wish i could enjoy it. I just cant stop thinking about the crash. All i can hear are the screams. All i can see is my dad, lying there, half of his body on the floor. All i can feel is shock.Shock that i want too be dead in stead of him. Shock that everyone else is carrying on with life as if nothing has ever happened. Shock that person i most expected to be there for me wasn't, and the person i didn't expect to be there for me, was. Shock that i'll never see my dad again.....