Name your Hope: If its a male, Brett(What my dad's brothers and sisters nicknamed him) If a female, Ciara.
Gender Preference?: Nope
Other: Rawr
Do you have a Hope story?:
All this happened only last year.
Spoiler
My dad had throat cancer, and my parents were divorced. I lived in Florida with my mom, while my dad lived up in Alaska with my dad.
One day my dad called my mom and said the doctor told him that he only had 2 weeks to live, since the cancer spread. Me and my mom flew up to Alaska to visit him, but we soon became suspicious. My brother hadn't seen my mom for over 2 years so he stayed with us for a bit. My dad wouldn't see us. He called and asked my mom to meet him alone. But she refused to, because...well...she was scared. I don't blame her either, and I'm not going into extreme details of why.
My dad went missing on a Wednesday and we continued to try to call him. But he wouldn't answer. It moved onto Thursday, and soon Friday. My brother and my mom decided to drive to my dad's apartment so my brother could get some clothes. At the time I was with my aunt, and wasn't aware of what they were doing.
My brother went into the apartment and into the bedroom that my dad and him shared, and he saw my dad laying on the bed. The lights were off and he looked asleep, so my brother quickly ran out sorta scared because my dad had taken both of the guns they had.
My mom called the police and they went into the apartment. When they came back out, they reported he had shot himself. To depressed to drive the 2 hour drive back to my aunts, they decided to stay at my other aunts house for the night.
It was Valentines day when they came to the door and I saw them crying. I knew right then and there that he was gone. I never even got to see him before he died. I never got to feel his arms around me again, holding me when I was upset. I saw him once more for the last time before they cremated him.
To make matters worse, the dog I got him for his birthday got hit by a truck about 5 days after I found out about my dads death. But thats a different story.
One day my dad called my mom and said the doctor told him that he only had 2 weeks to live, since the cancer spread. Me and my mom flew up to Alaska to visit him, but we soon became suspicious. My brother hadn't seen my mom for over 2 years so he stayed with us for a bit. My dad wouldn't see us. He called and asked my mom to meet him alone. But she refused to, because...well...she was scared. I don't blame her either, and I'm not going into extreme details of why.
My dad went missing on a Wednesday and we continued to try to call him. But he wouldn't answer. It moved onto Thursday, and soon Friday. My brother and my mom decided to drive to my dad's apartment so my brother could get some clothes. At the time I was with my aunt, and wasn't aware of what they were doing.
My brother went into the apartment and into the bedroom that my dad and him shared, and he saw my dad laying on the bed. The lights were off and he looked asleep, so my brother quickly ran out sorta scared because my dad had taken both of the guns they had.
My mom called the police and they went into the apartment. When they came back out, they reported he had shot himself. To depressed to drive the 2 hour drive back to my aunts, they decided to stay at my other aunts house for the night.
It was Valentines day when they came to the door and I saw them crying. I knew right then and there that he was gone. I never even got to see him before he died. I never got to feel his arms around me again, holding me when I was upset. I saw him once more for the last time before they cremated him.
To make matters worse, the dog I got him for his birthday got hit by a truck about 5 days after I found out about my dads death. But thats a different story.
Spoiler
As for Ciara, She was a really good friend of mine. I was in 6th grade and she was just about to graduate to high school. But one Sunday (Or was it Saturday? I can't remember) she and her sister, along with 3 other kids, decided to go on a boat ride. The sky was perfect and there weren't any storms coming. But a storm literally suddenly came out of no where. The kids went into the cabin, all but Ciara were wearing a life jacket. Life jackets are supposed to save your life, not kill you!
The boat flipped over and began sinking. The cabin filled up with water and the kids floated to the top of the cabin, unable to swim down. Ciara could have saved herself. But no. She wanted to save the younger kids.
She pulled out her younger sister first, then her sisters friend. She then pulled out one of the younger boys (Who I can't remember the name of, but I think he was 5), then last was the youngest and her favorite little boy. But she couldn't make it. Before she reached the top, she drowned along with the little boy. My mom said that she had the little boy in her arms when they found her.
Her father was actually the one who found her, since he was a firefighter. It must've been hard for him.
The youngest boy also drowned, and the 5 year old boy was put on life preserve but soon joined Ciara. Her sister and her sister's friend made it, though.
It happened about 8 days after my birthday. God I miss her. She acted so much like a mother, and my brother and her were planning on going to the beach after he came back from Alaska (He was staying with his friend's parents, since he didn't want to move back to Florida after my dad died. But he eventually did.). They would've made such a cute couple; they loved to talk to each other. Its probably more hard on him then it is on me.
My school planted a beautiful tree that will grown pink flowers in her memory. They put a pink bow on it and there making something that will tell her name. They also put a pink rose on it the day they planted it; which is why I REALLY want the Rose Imp to hatch female.
Her birthday was even on Valentines day. She was really something special, I tell you. ;)
The boat flipped over and began sinking. The cabin filled up with water and the kids floated to the top of the cabin, unable to swim down. Ciara could have saved herself. But no. She wanted to save the younger kids.
She pulled out her younger sister first, then her sisters friend. She then pulled out one of the younger boys (Who I can't remember the name of, but I think he was 5), then last was the youngest and her favorite little boy. But she couldn't make it. Before she reached the top, she drowned along with the little boy. My mom said that she had the little boy in her arms when they found her.
Her father was actually the one who found her, since he was a firefighter. It must've been hard for him.
The youngest boy also drowned, and the 5 year old boy was put on life preserve but soon joined Ciara. Her sister and her sister's friend made it, though.
It happened about 8 days after my birthday. God I miss her. She acted so much like a mother, and my brother and her were planning on going to the beach after he came back from Alaska (He was staying with his friend's parents, since he didn't want to move back to Florida after my dad died. But he eventually did.). They would've made such a cute couple; they loved to talk to each other. Its probably more hard on him then it is on me.
My school planted a beautiful tree that will grown pink flowers in her memory. They put a pink bow on it and there making something that will tell her name. They also put a pink rose on it the day they planted it; which is why I REALLY want the Rose Imp to hatch female.
Her birthday was even on Valentines day. She was really something special, I tell you. ;)
❖ Malo mori quam fodari ❖ 
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