Loss.

There always seems to be a time in everyone's life where we all loose someone dear. And before it happens, we never think situations like that will ever happen to us. And when that time does come, we believe nothing can help us. No one can ever relieve you body from the physical pain that loss brings you. This is my story. I never looked at the ocean as a living thing. I saw it every day, so I saw it as something that never changed. It's continuous beat of the waves. Seagulls always flying circles above some dead carcass, it was everyday life. No one ever thought anything of it. Unless you've been there, in the oceans hands, when it was in a rage. When there was a storm I always loved being inside, curled up in a blanket eating popcorn and hot chocolate, watching the clouds and the rain, lightning and waves, and listening to the soul shaking thunder. It was a favorite of mine. Until that fateful day. My dad was a fisher. Not the high life some people lived, but he and I got along just fine. It was just me and him. We were the best team there was around. Sometimes he'd take me fishin', show me the different kinds of fish, all the sizes and colors they came in, then there was Franko. He was dad's partner. He taught me how to gut a fish while my dad taught me how to swim, cook, clean, and most of all, fish! The three of us had the best of times when I was growin' up. It was weird, it was like my dad had some weather sensor in him. He could feel a storm comin' from five miles away! Sometimes even farther! So why did he get caught in the one that took his life? I don't blame daddy, nor the storm which took him away from me. I blame myself. That day I felt it in my bones. The storm that is. Dad said he ain't gonna get caught in anything, he'll be back in an hour. I don't want this to be a sad story, but it sure is turnin' out to be. So I apologize. It's just I never thought anything could take my dad from me. Not even God himself! He was my dad, and I was his little girl. We were going to fish the world together. I had no idea how to deal with my dad's death.After dad left and the storm hit, I prayed and prayed my daddy would make it through. He could swim! He'd make it. I had hope I was clinging to. After the storm, when Uncle Franko came to me, and my dad wasn't followin' behind him, I saw the look on his face and knew. My dad didn't swim like I thought he would. My prayers we lost like my daddy was at sea. All I could do was yell out no. It was like it was the only word I knew. "NO!!! . . . no, no, NO, NO!!!!!!!!" I ran to Uncle Franko and start beating his chest, He was a big burly man, he definitely could take a hit. He pinned my arms down, with tears in his eyes. "I know this ain't easy for one to deal with, specially you, you've no one else but me. But that ain't fully true! The whole town is right behind ya to help you if you need anything! Jess!! JESS! Listen to me! Calm down and quit your wailin'. Everythin' will be alright, I'll take care of you!" his words couldn't even penetrate the barricade. All I could do was wail, and cry my hardest. All Uncle Franko could do was hold me tight and cry with me. I never thought I'd live to see the day I wouldn't cry anymore when I thought about it. But I have. I'm alive, and still happy as ever. My friends and family helped me through everything. I promise you, loosing someone isn't the end of your life too. Live on for them. They wouldn't want you to die, so live on in their memory, and forever stay strong, they would love nothing more.