The last time I saw my dad is a time that I will never forget in my lifetime. Unfortunately, he didn't see me. He was laying there so peacefully, with his eyes shut and his arms crossed over his chest. I was so young, standing there over my dad's body. I remember grabbing his hand and squeezing tight while salty tears run down my face. The worst part was when they took him away, forever. They pulled the white sheet over his face and rolled him out of his room. I couldn't handle it, I followed them reaching my arm out gasping for a little breath of air. Before I knew it, he was gone. Gone with the wind . On the late night ride home, I didn't take my eyes off the sky, the stars and moon. I thought to myself he's in a better place, away from here. I will see him again someday.