My dad was killed on August 5
Even writing the headline it still doesn't feel real. He rode his bike hundreds of miles a year, he would send us pictures and text messages on his journeys. He was so kind, so patient, I thought about him dozens of times a day when I was about to lose patience with one of my own children. He was a hugger and always had affection for each of his kids.
It only took one careless driver, not paying attention in the middle of the day on a straight, clear road to hit him on his bicycle and take him from our life forever. I can't believe he isn't here, that I won't hear his voice, that he won't hug me again on this earth. I think of all the times I could have called, could have visited but was just too busy. I would give anything to have him here in front of me today. Of all the people in the world committing evil, for HIM, who loved and cared about people so much to be the person gone is unreal. I thought he would grow old and then all of his kids would argue over who he got to live with, because we would all love to have him.
He was the only person in my life who truly listened, truly got my heart and never pushed me to be something I wasn't. He was always there for me. I will never be the same. I am heartbroken that he will only be a sweet story to my children, not someone they knew.
It will be 10 weeks tomorrow.