RIP DAD

 

My father passed away October 14th, 2009 in a fatal car accident. He was struck by a drunk driver whose BAC was at .23, three times the legal limit. I never thought this would happen, when I found out I was so much in shock, in a state of disbelief. My dad overcame damn near every obstacle that came in his way in his life, and it angers me for it to be taken away from someone who was reckless and irresponsible. My father had no control over the circumstances, but the other guy who's still alive did.

My father was laid to rest one month after his passing. This was primarily due to the fact we had various family members from different parts of the world that needed time to make it to Austin for the funeral. Between that time I had to deal with a lot of issues, within myself as well as with other people. Whether it be my own guilt and denials or others. There was a lot of anger and blame expressed through poorly executed veiled constructive criticisms of certain family members, but throughout the storm, I remained warm. I felt that me subscribing to these random outburst would tarnish great relationships, which took lots of time to develop. But for one, I noticed there are certain things we can not avoid, and with that known, I just give faith to God to see us through this very difficult, difficult time.

My father is in a better place. This world is full of so many ills, and it puts me in peace that he doesn't have to go through this day to day bullshit anymore. But I still hurt, I still feel that grief.