"No....." I cried into the older mans shirt; soaking it with my tears. I felt his hand gently stroke the white hair that adorned my head as I continued to cry. I normally didn't cry on such occasions, but today was the biggest exception. I would cry only because it was a sad day the day that my father had lost his life. It would have been sad any way that he had died, but this was even worse than what it should have been. We were all taken unaware.
He didn't die from old age, nor did he die from the cancer that had been eating away at his bones for close to a year now. He had died because someone hit him. Someone hit him with their