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          I was only six when it happened, but to this day I remember vividly the day my father died. My dad had always told me I could go and climb East Bluff when I turned six. It was the day after my sixth birthday when we went climbing the bluff. Since I could remember I was in love with nature. The wind that blew in my face, on my cloths, and pass my ears making the most wonderful sound I had ever heard. These moments out in the wild were the ones I loved most. I never wanted to leave them when I had to leave. My dad and I were going up there to watch the sunrise over the lake. He said it was going to be the most beautiful one he had ever had the experience to encounter.

            “Come on dad,” I yelled at him to try to make him hurry up. I knew he was tired but I couldn’t let him stop. Even though he was slowing down, he was now at the pass of a frog. With short bust of energy he started to go faster but they didn’t last to long. I didn’t want to miss a single detail of the sunrise over the lake. My dad had experienced one once he said the sunrise’s reflection in the lake was more beautiful than the actual sunrise. I want to watch both the sunrise and the reflection in the lake.

            We were half way when my dad said we had to take a break.

            “It’s just 20 minutes away we need to keep going,” I told him and he knew how much this means to me, so he nodded that nod to tell me we could keep going. Finally we made it up to the top on the bluff. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my entire life. My dad sat on a rock with his legs, and picked me up and put me down on his lap. This was the moment I had been waiting for my whole life. The sun was almost all the way up when my dad stood up after setting me off his lap and onto the cold wet rock beneath us. “Come on, lets go my little Flower Bud,” His voice was strained, but when I looked at him he had a smile on his face. Flower Bud was my name he gave me after I was little and only picked the flower buds roots and all and replanted them in our back yard.

            “But the sunset isn’t over. Can’t we stay to finish it,” I tried to add my best pouting face. I’ve become I really good actress and added “Please daddy,” with fake tears coming down my face. It was the perfect act.

            “Fine we will stay for a few more minutes.”

             I was so happy I had won this battle of decision. He laid on the rock with his hand placed on the back of his head like a pillow. We stayed for a few more minutes till the sunrise was over. I Stood up and told my dad we could go. He didn’t answer my question so I shook him on the shoulder buy he still didn’t do any thing. I got really scared so I screamed at the top of my lungs “Daddy wake up.” He still didn’t do any thing. I decided to lay my head on his chest and relaxed with him to. When I got my head on his chest, I realized he had no heart beat. I started to freak out a lot. I took his cell-phone out of his pocket and dialed 911. When they started to ask me questions on the phone tears were falling down my face like rain. I told them were I was, so they got here as fast as they could. They didn’t understand I had to say it three more times till they finally got the message to come quickly.

            When they had finally arrived I was sitting as far away from my dad’s died body rolled up in a ball picking at a flower he had gave me on the way up. The police decided not to ask me any questions on what happened. They called my mom to come up the bluff. When my mom got all the way to the top, she was talking to the police to try and help see what caused the death of my dad. When they were done they took my dad away from me and my mom. My mom turned to me and said, “It’s not your fault.” She was fighting back the tears from her eyes trying to stay strong for me. Ever since I have always wondered what caused my dad to die. I still get nightmares of my dad’s died, cold body. I have never climbed that bluff again or even watched a sunrise.