Sometimes I write stuff...

​THE CALL
I remember the day crisp and clear, as though it’s happening all over again in my mind. I’m at school working my shift for the security department when I get this call over the radio.
“Darren, come in.” said the office staffer. I replied, she said, ”Darren the police are here for you, something has happened.”
I was a bit stunned, but tailed it to the office to find OPP Officers waiting to take me to my sister’s place in Mississauga. They were looking for me for days. I had a phone that I seldom answered because I was on the go so much and I didn’t like pagers so I was pretty much a lone wolf.  In any case, they took me to my sister’s place in Mississauga where she told me that my father had committed suicide.