March 4th, 2016

My daddy is dropping me off to go have drinks with friends so I would not drive. On his way home, he got hit head on by a taxicab driver.

March 18th, 2016

Two weeks later, he died from complications of the wreck. I got one hour the day before just me and him, and I will cherish that forever. They kicked all the family out and said that he needed to rest, his heart rate was up. My daddy was everything to me. He taught me how to work hard, love with everything you got, and if you want something done, do it your damn self. He taught me to be very independent. It took me until August 2022 to realize that he was doing what dads do. I felt guilty for all of those years. I felt like it was my fault because he dropped me off. He loved me so much that he risked his life for me to live.