After my father passed away, I asked the doctor for a blood sample from my dad.
"Why do you want it? I've never heard of this before."
"I just need it," I implored, "because he's my dad." I looked into his eyes and maybe he saw something, because he agreed.
I have my father's blood sample, with his DNA intact, frozen in my refrigerator because I plan to clone him. I know this can be done because I've read all the research on it. People can be cloned from hair samples, skin samples, blood samples and even, clotted blood samples. And here it was, in my hands, my father's DNA.
My father was taken too early from me. My father wasn't famous, but he was a great man, and I plan to continue his legacy. People tell me that cloning him won't bring him back. At most, his clone will be his identical twin, who will be a different person from him, with different experiences. I know this, but I don't want to forget. I don't want to forget anything about my father. He deserved better than the way he died. Maybe with the birth of his clone, I can change things that I weren't able to when my father had been alive.
Dad, I love you so much. Please come back...
People deal with grief in many ways, and this is mine.
Submitted October 12, 2017 at 09:23PM by whatireallywant1 http://ift.tt/2gzf06X offmychest
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