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It is said that whatever doesn't kill you, makes you stronger. This I believe with all of my being. When I was 8, my died was killed in a car accident. The man that I called dad, and loved with all of my heart, had been taken from me. Not only me, but my mom and 5 year old sister. I remember that morning so clearly. It was November, 15th 1996. I was sitting at the kitchen table eating cornflakes, getting ready for school. It was a Friday. The phones rings, and my mom answers it. All I can remember is her crying and asking if he was alright. Who was HE, it never occured to me that it was my father and I was never going to see him again. I couldn't even cry when my mom told me what had happened. Actually she never even really told me what happened. All she said was "your dad was in an accident, I am going with your Aunt, your grandparents are coming over." The next few hours were a blur. I just sat in my bedroom on the edge of my bed, holding a picture of him. This is the closest I will ever be to him again I thought. But I couldn't cry. I tried to force myself...but nothing would come out. It just wouldn't sink in. He is gone, and he is never coming back. I had wanted to go with him that morning, I had wanted to spend time with my dad. But I wasn't allowed...I had school the next day and could not miss it. There are times that I wish I was in that car with him. Maybe I could have done something that would have prevented this. It wasn't a drunk driver, or even someone who had lost control of their vehicle. No it was simply someone who had fallen asleep behind the wheel. Supposedly the truck had crossed the yellow line and clipped the bumper of the car that my dad was driving, spinning him and throwing him into the ditch on the side of the road. I still do not know the name of the man who did this, nor do I know the details of how my father died. Deep down i want to know. I want to be told, whether or not he suffered...was there pain? I only remember flashes of things I did with my dad. Driving his truck with him, riding our horses...going with him in the logging truck, being with him when he drove the school bus. He was such a beautiful being. I have never met anyone who had the compassion and love that my father held for anyone he knew. If I can be at least 1/2 the person that he was, my life would be worth living. But I know that getting there is going to be one of the hardest journeys that I will ever have to endure. I wish he was here. I think though how different my life would be, would i be where I am today? Would I be the same person I am? There is not a day where these thoughts have not run through my head. I want him to be proud of me and the person that I have become. I feel that he is with me each and every day, and with that thought I hold my head high, and push myself to become someone better than who I am. Thank you dad! I love you and miss you with all of my heart.
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jeanettesianrachel
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29570 points | hi, im jeanette and im a medium it doesnt matter to me if you believe in them or not,but your dad is with you and your family and he would have seen what you have wrote about him and he would be proud of you so when you think or talk about him know hes near by.  |
vanders
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5496 points | hey... thanks for sharing that with us... how tough it was for you to grow up without your dad is something that only you would know. And i feel for you... coz it wasn't fair. But everything happens for a reason, and that sounds like a major cop out... but i believe it. and something tells me you are just like your father... I don't know you and i didnt know him...but he would be so proud of you...
and i am thinking of ya... |
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