I don't know how to get over it...
by L.D A
I was 8 when my dad was killed. He was amazing and at the time my best friend. He was a national rugby star and a friend among many. He was practicing for the Cape Argus close to our home in Pretoria and a drunk man fell asleep behind the wheel of his car at seven in the morning and hit my dad at the back of his bike. My dad flew forwards and broke his neck instantly in several places. Unfortunately he died 10 minutes after the crash and my unfortunate uncle was there to witness it all. The paramedics could not do anything to save him and the man who killed him only got off on about R 5000 bail and a suspended license for six months. This man who killed my father left me, my little sister and my mother father and husband-less. I don't know how to get over that because one moment he was there and the next he was gone.
I cry my eyes out at the mention of his name and even a thought of him brings tears to my eyes. Its been exactly 10 years now and i still cannot cope with his loss. It is so bad that i cannot spend time with his side of the family because every time i do i want to cry because they remind me so much of him...I hope no-one else out there is as unlucky as i am and had at least time to say good bye.