Autobiographical
L a s t C h a n c e
When I was 15 my dad died. The cause is really unknown and wasn’t recorded. He was diabetic like most 
Native Americans, and his medicine wasn’t working. He was losing circulation and he got tired easily. Then he got pneumonia, his liver failed, his kidneys failed, and in about 24 hours he died. He went from healthy to terminal in a day. My dad was my hero, he was very important to me. He was known by many people and loved by them as well. He is the greatest example of love that I have ever known, like my walking/talking Jesus. I know that is a bold statement, but it’s the best example of the love he gave. This story is about the last time I saw him.
