All Too Soon
On February 1, 2013 I received a call from my mom while I was at work. She told me my father was in an accident at work and I needed to come home. The 15 minute car ride from work to my house was the longest ride ever. I prayed so hard that everything was okay. When I got home many of my family members were there, my heart dropped. I was told that my dad was killed instantly after he was crushed by a fork lift at work. It felt as if time started going into slow motion. I will probably always remember every single detail of that day. The pain in my entire family's eyes. My Dad was one of my best friends. He was always the "cool dad", my friends would come over and hang out with him and I. A lot of people I know aren't even close with their parents, and I cherished the fact that I would rather stay home on holidays such as New Years to have drinks with my Dad. The week after he passed was such a blur. I think I tried pretending it didn't happen. There was a few days that I woke up in the morning and forgot it even did happen. As the weeks pass it starts to sink in more. Everything I do reminds me of him because we were so close and did so much together. Everyone says it gets easier with time but so far it's just been getting harder. I'm only 22 years old, so a lot of my friends don't know what to say because they have never experienced something like this. I get aggregated that they don't understand. I've always been the most optimistic person about everything, it's just so hard to see the positive after this. He was so healthy, and being taken away so tragically is so hard to believe. I just hope he's watching over my family now. As much as I wish he were here right now, I know somehow he is with us.