Narrative Essay On Losing My Father

My mom was swerving through the curves like a criminal trying to get away from the cops. I was bouncing around in the back seat of our old Toyota truck instructing mom how to drive properly. Mom looked as if she was about to shed tears and dad was turning pale. We had to get to the hospital soon, or my father may die. I could see him starting to pass out and I shook him to keep him awake. I remember thinking that I might lose my father; I began to get knots in my stomach and was about to cry, until my dad began to speak. He said that he should be okay and not to worry. But I knew this was just to calm me down. Being ten, losing my father would be the last thing that I would want to happen. We were just a few minutes away from the hospital and I could see him slipping away from us.
Earlier that day I never knew I could have lost my father. The day started off great and everything seemed normal. I was out playing with my dog in the backyard when my dad came outside. He was heading to the building where we keep all of our tools and landscaping equipment. I sat down next to my dog and watched him pull out our riding lawn mower and start mowing the grass. The sounds of the mower ripped through the air and made talking to someone next to you near impossible. I watched as my dad made a swipe after swipe cutting the long grass as if it were nothing, but when he got next to the tall maple tree he started to shout. My dad jumped of the mower swatting at the air. I did not know what