My dad was a great man He always watched out for me. He would do activities with me and my brother
Growing up, it was just my dad and I. My parents were divorced by the time I turned four and my brother was significantly older than me. By the time I was ten, I was living with my father full time.
In every sense, my father was the perfect father. He was my absolute best friend, my travel buddy, my mentor, and my go-to on literally every subject — since he was, and is, the wisest person I know. I found out that my father was sick on August 3rd. I had been working constantly all summer without a care in the world other than my career.
Everything was seemed almost perfect. I had just graduated from a wonderful university, I had an amazing job and amazing friends, and I was blessed with a wonderful family.
Seemingly out of nowhere, everything changed. My dad was sick, but I was convinced it would be okay. He had heart surgery when I was 13 and came out fine. He had a horrible car accident a year after that and came out good as new.
In my mind, and probably in his too, my dad was invincible. I visited him every single day. I made the four hour round trip from Columbia to St. Louis because I was so scared of him being by himself and feeling alone. Eventually, after weeks of tests, the doctors found out that he had a nasty blood infection.
His lungs would need dialysis for a while, but he would be fine. I have never been more relieved than I was on the day that my brother got to drive him home from the hospital. For the first time in weeks, I could sleep at night, knowing that my dad was going to get better.
In three short days, that changed. My brother woke me up in the middle of the night. The hospital had called saying that our father had been moved to the ICU.
In that moment, I knew. I got out of bed and got dressed, hoping for the best, but knowing in my heart that the worst had come. When the doctor explained that there was no coming back, I genuinely could not believe it.
I ran out of the room. I screamed that there was no way, that my dad loved me too much, that he would never leave me. I held his hand that day, for almost twenty-four hours, and I never left his side because I knew that he would have never left mine.
After we left the hospital, and I saw my dad for the last time, I took a turn for the worst. So I turned to alcohol. I was so messed up all the time that I was pushing my loved ones away. Either way, I lost friends and family who loved me because when all they wanted to do was help me, all I did was push them away.
To be honest, all I wanted to do on that day was go back to how I used to be. Doing drugs, taking shots, anything that would numb the pain and make the day go by seemingly faster.
I knew — I know — that if anything, my father would have wanted me to go on. I had to change if I truly wanted to succeed in law school, succeed in life, and make my daddy proud. I will admit that I will never be the girl I was before my dad passed away.
The happiness I knew in my first twenty-one years of life are something of the past. Today, I can experience a different kind of happiness.
As of recently, he is getting married to an amazing woman that I cannot wait to be able to call a sister. I am happy because I had the privilege of graduating from a wonderful university and will be attending an amazing law school as a student in the fall of After my dad got sick, he encouraged me to stay close with my siblings and the rest of my family.
He always was worried about me feeling alone.When my dad died in , my life was changed forever. My dad was a great man He always watched out for me. He would do activities with me and my brother He would share his classic rock with us When I was at Boy Scout camp and didn't get any letters from home, my dad, who was a Scoutmaster, hugged me and told me what he knew my Mom was thinking.
Life is a made up of a collection of moments. Some people say that one must learn from obstacles that everyone struggles with. Some people say that every challenge .
That’s my “tag line” when people ask me about him. It sums up all the information they need. But for me, it carries a greater reality I felt when he died – that I will never be the same.
I will never be the same as I was before. In some ways, I see life as a puzzle – every experience you .
I will never forget the day my Grandfather died. My Grandfather has been dead for about four years now and I am not happy that he died, but I am happy that when he died he changed my life forever. Before he died I didn’t appreciate any of the time I had with him, and when it got closer to when he passed I cherished every second of it.
What my father wanted for me in life is what I strive for now. His death has motivated me to strive for greatness. His death helped me become the person I am today.
When my dad died in , my life was changed forever. My dad was a great man He always watched out for me. He would do activities with me and my brother He would share his classic rock with us When I was at Boy Scout camp and didn't get any letters from home, my dad, who was a Scoutmaster, hugged me and told me what he knew my Mom was thinking.