Not just my dad, but my best friend

by Cheri
(Ormond Beach, FL USA)

December 8, 2009, my dad was involved in a motorcycle accident. Someone pulled out and hit him. He had trauma to his head, and they did surgery. He never came out of the coma and we were told he would, if he survived, be in a persistant vegetative state.

On December 19, 2009, we took him off life support. That day has forever changed my life. There is not a day or a minute that goes by that I don't think about my dad. I miss everything about him. I miss calling him up in the morning just to say hello. We used to go to lunch twice a week and did breakfast on the weekends. We also did dinner at least once a week.

I feel a complete void and emptiness inside me. I feel alone even though I do have my wonderful husband to support me. He misses him very much also. They were very close. I keep telling myself, "this could not have happened" and expect him to walk through my door, yet knowing it will never happen.

I will never completely heal from this tragedy, but I know my dad is always with me. I can still feel his presence, which helps me in a way. It was too soon for God to take him from us, but I guess He had other plans. There really are no words to describe the pain in my heart at this time, but it is nice to know that there is this website that we can share our grief together. Until we see each other again, Dad, I love you.