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“Your Father Died Today”

by Megan Helman

Grandma said four words that I never ever wanted to hear about my dad.

 The crowd roared—unfortunately not for our team. We’d just lost one of our basketball games.

After the game I was saying goodbye to my friends when my mom came up to me and said, “We can’t stay for the guys’ game. We need to go home.”
I didn’t even think to ask her why we couldn’t stay for the guys’ game, since Grandpa had already told me we couldn’t stay for it this time.
When we got home, Grandpa immediately shooed my sister, brother, and me into the kitchen and tried to distract us while Mom and Grandma talked outside.
When Mom and Grandma came inside, we all got around the kitchen table. Grandma said, “I have to tell you about a visitor that came tonight . . .”
I looked at Mom. The expression on her face  didn’t look good.
“A police officer came by the house tonight,” Grandma continued. Then she said four words that I never ever wanted to hear: “Your father died today.”
Not until I heard my sister’s screams of terror did I realize Grandma and Mom were serious. Immediately I started bawling; I couldn’t control myself.
Grandpa put his arms around my brother, Grandma’s arms engulfed my sister, and my mom’s arms surrounded me. We were devastated.
After we settled down a little bit, we walked into the living room and sat down, still sniffling as tears continued running down our faces.
Grandma asked us if we had any questions. Thinking Dad must have been in a car accident since he traveled a lot, I asked, “How did it happen?”
Grandma looked at me with an “I’m sorry” look on her face. Right away I knew there hadn’t been any car accident. He had done it himself—he’d committed suicide.
I remember crying out, “No! No! It can’t be! He wouldn’t! He wouldn’t! Please tell me it’s not true! Please! Please!”
Dad always seemed like such a happy person. His laugh filled any place, he had an  infectious smile, and his hugs could make you feel better no matter what was happening. Right then I really could have used one of his hugs.
Three things
After Dad died, life was tough. There are three things that really helped me get through that tough time. The first thing is music. It was, and continues to be, a way for me to temporarily escape what’s going on in my life. I know I have to face difficult issues, but music gives me a break from time to time. 
The second thing is my friends. They were there when I just needed to cry or scream. They were always by my side, and they still are.
The last and most important thing is Jesus Christ, my Savior. Banking on His promise to come back someday and raise the dead (see 
1 Thessalonians 4:13-18), I hope to see my dad again.
I once heard a quote that goes like this: “It will all be OK in the end. If it’s not OK, then it’s not the end.” I really do believe that when Jesus comes again, everything will finally be OK.
I continue to wait for that day and for my chance to say “I love you too” back to my dad.
Megan Helman, 17, lost her dad two days after her birthday.

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