The call

It was a morning in July
I awoke to the phone
I picked it up
and said hello
it was a man
who told me some very sadnews
that my dad died last night
and I started to turn blue
I first didn't believe it
Thinking maybe it was a joke
But then I started to cry
because it so wasn't a joke
a week later I'm at his home
packing all his things up
in little brown boxes
that I sure didnt like
then I found his journal
and I read it to myself
and it said
Emily I love you
Never give up on your dreams
Daddy's right behind you
so cheer up please
I took the book
and held it tight
and I now I look at it every night
I remember what he said
and it keeps replaying in my head
Now this is the end