He had the goal of becoming published, but never submitted any of it. I picked up on this passion. I wrote small things, mostly inspired by the fantasy games that I played.
Then, at the age of 19, I came home from work. We were living in the country near Tyler, Texas, which was a heavily wooded area where we owned around 20 acres. I went straight to bed that night, only saying goodnight to my step-mother. I wanted to say goodnight to my father as well, but he was already in bed.
Not more than an hour later, my step-mother came bursting into my room to tell me that my father had passed away. He suffered from congestive heart failure, and though this news was not unexpected, it was a very painful time. I’m having a hard time writing this, even now.
That same night, I found his journal sitting on the coffee table right in front of my father's chair. Curious to see his last entry, I flipped it to the last page. Scrawled on the first line and on a page of its own, there was the message...
“Please write more...”
I feel, more than anything, that my father knew his end was coming, and that his last message was for me.
Then, at the age of 19, I came home from work. We were living in the country near Tyler, Texas, which was a heavily wooded area where we owned around 20 acres. I went straight to bed that night, only saying goodnight to my step-mother. I wanted to say goodnight to my father as well, but he was already in bed.
Not more than an hour later, my step-mother came bursting into my room to tell me that my father had passed away. He suffered from congestive heart failure, and though this news was not unexpected, it was a very painful time. I’m having a hard time writing this, even now.
That same night, I found his journal sitting on the coffee table right in front of my father's chair. Curious to see his last entry, I flipped it to the last page. Scrawled on the first line and on a page of its own, there was the message...
“Please write more...”
I feel, more than anything, that my father knew his end was coming, and that his last message was for me.
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