An ache in my heart grew as I appeared back in the crowd that following Monday.
I had no intentions of being mentally present, of having anything to say.
Looking to my friends for comfort had been hard enough, now my teachers joined in.
With the year I had been having, it felt like I just couldn't win.
"Please, just try to go back and accomplish your goals", my mother pleaded.
The strength in which you provided was much needed.
I got out of bed, and am almost back to being myself.
Determined to get good grades, and awards to put on our shelf.
Losing you, father, was the hardest thing I will do in my life.
Yet, you and cancer had an ongoing strife.
Senior year, and I both hated to see you go.
However, all the inspiration you left me will forever continue to make me grow.