Short Story introdction

'Dad?', I whispered trying not to wake up the peaceful soul lying next to him, 'dad wake up.' He didn't. Maybe he was just... tired i thought to myself. I shook him again but he didn't move. Silent tears ran down my soft cheek as i realiased what happened. I was only 5 when my dad died. I still have memories of the ambulance sirens. Sometimes i even wake up thinking i am still in the hospital bed next to my dad. It was a grave loss.