My father, my world, life and my death

For some people, maybe the father only a father, did not have much meaning. But not for me. My father is everything to me, a world where I am, where I live and breath the color when my life is gray.
My father was not just any father, he a super dad, he never complained would harm his children, never complaining with the tiring work, never speak harshly or yell, my father is my shade, shade us, my family.
I love my dad with all my soul my body, I'm very fond of my father as I love god.
I once attended the funeral of my father, when the bodies would be buried, I was shadowing that it is my father, and not feel the tears streaming down. I cried. My heart is sick, more sick than the hot bullet.
I'm not strong if it should lose my father, I might go mad. In fact, I always think to go with him. I'll never be able to live life without he, he is everything to me. Because my father is my spirit, my world and life and my death.