by EAS

Created on: March 29, 2009

It was about 5:00 in the afternoon when I heard a knock at my door. My husband answered the door, and walked out closing the door behind him. I figured my aunt had arrived to drop off my cousin to stay and play with my son. But then my husband walked in looking down and he grabbed my hand and said he needed to speak to me about something important. I felt my heart sink and I said "is it my brother?" figuring somethig bad had happened and what popped into my mind was my teenage brother and how he loved to drive his new truck. He starred at me and said "no, it's your dad" my world came crashing down. I had just had a baby five weeks earlier and we already had two other kids and all I could think about was how much my kids loved their grandpa. What would I tell them? Ever since I could remember I would always say I loved and looked up to my dad so much that when he died I would die too. I felt like collapsing, throwing up, screaming every emotion known to man went through me that very moment but you would never have been able to notice because on the outside I was frozen, only my brain was functioning. All this happened like in one minute. My husband then went on to say that my dad was on his way home from work on his motorcycle when a car ran a stop sign and hit him hard, really hard. He also went on to say he was alive. I ran to my aunt who was standing in my front yard. She said she would take me with her to the hospital to see my dad.

My dad is the most hardworking man I know. Dad always gave his time and attention to anyone who needed it. Everyone I knew knew that my dad was as dependable as humanly possible. My dad had always worked his fingers to the bone for his family all while getting home from work and watering the plants, washing the dishes, making breakfast and dinner for all of us, washing clothes, and ironing for everyone in the morning. Even when I moved out and got married at eighteen my dad never showed his dissapointment in me like everyone else did. He had always been there for me, my brother and my mom.

I got to the hospital and there were all his brothers and sister, sisters-in law, my cousins and people from his work. They let me in to see him in the emergency room and I cried. I always saw my dad as unbreakable and there he was all broken up. I touched his forehead and told him I loved him and all he could say was don't worry, don't cry I am okay just a scratch or two. That wasn't true though. There my dad was in excruciating pain and he

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