I never really thought what life would be like without him. He was always there no matter what and I could always count on him. He always knew a way to make me laugh and smile. I always thought he would be there for me, that he would never disappear. He was my best friend. He was my dad.My dad died on September 11, 2001. I never thought much about what would happen if he died. I just thought he would always be alive. Well not exactly always, but at least until I was a father myself. We were all up. Me getting ready for school, my dad for his flight, my mom helping me get ready for school, and Bella well, was just always up when we were up. My dad was leaving for a business trip. He was headed to Los Angeles. This was not the first time my dad went on a business trip. I thought everything was normal, that everything was going to be fine, but boy was I wrong.
I was sitting in my family room. The walls were tan and the couch was brown. I looked outside the small, dirty, old window.