My father started yelling for help and before I knew it, he was under water. I tried to save him, but I couldn't overpower the water, and he literally died in my arms.
It went from being one of the best days of my life to the worst.
A few hours later, we were back in the condo and I was trying to make sense of what just happened. At that moment my mother came into the room and handed me a "gift" from my dad.
I had no idea at the time, but for several months my dad had been working on a letter for me and my siblings and he had finished it just prior to the trip.