Well, my father died about 2 years ago from a heart attack, he was a guitar player, he always dreamed of playing infornt of a live audience. I remember coming home from college and seeing him on the floor, no pulse, dead, holding his guitar, I rang 999, straight away they were at our house. The next day I got a phone call and it said my father wasn't going to make it. I cried for 2 days straight, then I looked up at a photo of me and him and it looked like someone had blew smoke onto it and drew a heart, knowone was in the house but me, about 4 days later I heard guitar strings playing from his room, I ran in and the guitar was kn the bed, when it was on the floor, I picked up the guitar ond leaned it against the wall then went back to my room, a few minutes later, the strings played again and the guitar was on the bed, I immeadiately rang my mother and she came round, she sat on te bed and felt his arms around her, I heard whimpering but my mum was silent and she listened too, then I heard a whisper saying somthing like 'hold on' and another saying 'i'm with you'.

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