Friday the 13th comes around every year,
thats the beginning of my worst fear.
My dad was on his way home from work,
when everything went buzzerk.
He was rushed to the hospital,
as fast as possible.
He doesn't deserve it in anyway,
I hope, and I begged he would live that day,
Saturday the 14th he made it to,
but sunday he didn't pull through.
We said "I love you" and the rest,
I hope God treats you the very best.
We all want home with tears in our eyes,
The hardest thing to do was say our "Goodbyes."
Dedicated to my father (Died February, Friday the 13, 1998.)
