The eyes of his murderer...
Instead of looking into the eyes of my dad, we now sit in courtrooms and look into the eyes of a murderer. A stranger, looking to rob for drug money, murdered my father while he was at work.
He died before he made it to the hospital, beaten with a metal object his injuries were too severe. A worthless druggie killed a man who spent his life helping others, giving everything he had and never taking anything. He managed to keep his wallet, but his life was stolen and his friends and family were robbed.
Always tell your family you love them, because it might be the last chance you get. Tomorrow is never promised.