Autobiographical Incident Essay

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Acacia D’Antoni Autobiographical Incident Essay October 8 2013 The Depths Of Feeling His name was Gaetano D’Antoni. He was Italiano and was but raised in the States. We called him Bear because when he was younger he was had been a school bus driver and the kids thought he was like a big cuddly grizzly bear. To be honest, I don’t didn’t have much knowledge about him. What I do know though is that his funeral is where I experienced the worst feeling ever. AThe day of his passing, it was the last day of 5th grade. I remember being in afterschool care when my dad rushed in. His eyes seemed swollen, and his nose had a rosy tint to it. He came bursting through the doors saying my brother and I had to leave immediately. As we got in the car, I was frightened. I havehad never seen my dad this way. He was whimpering and making noises that made my proud papa seem pathetic, the whole way home. “Dad. Are you okay?” I asked quietly. “Does it look like I’m okay!?” he replied in a harsh tone (more specific verb). I didnt dare say sorry because that would send him either on a rant about how I dont have common sense or crying because he hurt my feelings. I sat with my hands folded and head bowed for the rest of the car ride. We pulled into the driveway and my dad turned the key and pulled it out of the ignition. I unbuckled my seat belt and started to get out of the car. “Bear died,” his voice was shaking. “He’s gone.” He places his head into his hands. I didnt know what to do. The first thing I felt was shock. It paralyzed me. My hand stopped as I put it up to my face. I couldnt wiggle my toes, then thats when I felt a wave of feeling. The worst kind of feelings. Depression hovered over me as I tried to think of a way to comfort my father. I reached over the seat to place my hand on his shoulder. He flinched. and shrugged me off. I whipped my hand back to my
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