Last year when I was 8 something horrible happened and my Dad died from cancer. His cancer moved to his liver and then two days later he died. We cried a lot and a lot. Being 8 and having lost my Dad is really hard. But now there is a tree where my Dad worked. When he died they planted the tree for us. When ever I look at the tree I feel happy inside. The tree is a Star Magnolia and my Dad was a Police Officer so the star reminds us of his police badge. We still cry a lot and a lot but we visit the tree and when I hug the tree all the memories of my Dad make me feel happiness inside my heart.