Working on a Saturday
Can you imagine driving a truck for work, you are fully qualified and have never in your 53 years had a truck accident. You are qualified in many licences including dangerous goods, hence you decide in order to see your youngest 3, triplets no less, more often you take a job driving fuel tankers. You love your job and are so proud of these three turning 18. Proud for your daughter making it to uni, proud of your first son for finding work, and proud of the other completing year 12. You work hard, harder than most, you even work a Saturday because being close to Christmas, its a season where farmers need more fuel, where grain trucks are loaded and everything is in full swing. You are driving up a road you knew too well to one of the older threes property in order to deliver fuel. You didn't see the Ute as it didn't give way and collided with the back wheels of the tanker, lit up with lights, as bright as can be, nor did you have any control from that moment. You had done absolutely nothing wrong, the other man didn't even break. The truck rolled three times that day, you would not ring your daughter wishing her good luck for her exam that day like you had promised, nor see your son off to Melbourne as his birthday present as promised, you died that day, doing as you always did. working hard, honestly and with love for your children. The other man died instantly, a local father too. You however suffered, losing your teeth, breaking your nose, your jaw, you did not die instantly, but rather suffered as your lungs where crushed and induced an asthma attack that would last until just before the ambulance arrived, you died alone, in pain, leaving 6 children, 13 grandchildren behind. My Dad will never walk me down the isle or see my completed degree. He will never hold my children or hug me again. He was innocent and I loved him so much, I always will.