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It was Tuesday, September 11, 2013 at ten o’clock. I was finishing my homework after long hours of procrastination. It was difficult to concentrate with so many things going on around me. Suddenly, when I finally began to concentrate, the door opens. It was my mother with a face all red and filled with tears. She did not have to say a word for me to guess what had happened. Quickly I put some shoes on and ran down three houses to my grandparent’s house. I was in such a shock that I could not breathe or talk. When we reached upstairs, by the doorway I could see my aunt and uncle calmly watching him sleep in peace. I was not ready to go in yet. It was to early for me to see him and let go. I began to cry and could not stop. I waited about half an hour until I convinced myself I had to see him one last time. After a long deep breath, I entered the bedroom. There he was, lying on the bed with a white cotton shirt covered in a blue sheet. It was the most difficult moment in my life. I gave him a kiss in the forehead, said I love you and goodbye. Right then and there when I touched his frozen forehead, I realized he was no longer there. It was only his body, but his sole had already lifted to the heavens. I will miss him and love him forever but I know he is where he needs to be. He did his part in this world and it was time to let him go. “Papa, espero que sepas que te amare por siempre y siempre estaras en mi corazon!”