Lost my Dad to a Brutal murder
I was only 17 years old when I lost my dad on August 31st, 2012. I have all kinds of regrets that no one could ever understand, because my life as a whole is very complicated (from birth).
That Friday morning at about 4am I got a call from my mom saying my dad's house was robbed and they tied up my 14 year old little brother, and stabbed my dad They told us to stay in our vehicles, because their were more bad people on the ground. All I could feel was sadness and anger going thru my body. I didn't know how to react, what to say, or do. The police told me and my mom that my brother and sister were okay, but my dad was taken to a hospital. I spent almost 3 hours calling around trying to find what hospital he was at and what state of condition he was in. Its was so frustrating not being able to find him.
When we finally got to the hospital the police finally informed us of, the tried to tell us that he wasn't there, when indeed he was. He died at 7:58am Friday morning of August 31st, 2012. My mom was waiting on me to get back to the hospital so I could see my dad's body one last time before they took him to the back. He was so cold and so yellow like the life was just drained from him. I could see all the wounds from where those 3 people had stabbed him OVER 30 times, literally from head to toe. I have a lot of anger, regret, and sorrow that is unlike what people call "normal". I know that because not everyone's life is the same, not every father/daughter relationship is the same. NO one will ever know how I truly feel, they might understand, but they will never know what I feel like until they've been in my shoes.