October 5, 2008
When I was 6 years old, my father was killed in a car crash. My dad, who divorced my mom when i was three, was driving home from his girlfriend's birthday party. It was late, and he was tired, leading him to fall asleep at the wheel. It was a perfectly normal day, ridiculous as that sounds. My grandfather picked me up from school, and when i came home i found my mom,grandma,and pastor sitting there waiting for my two sisters and I. From that day on, my life changed. Even though i wish that the crash had never happened, and that i hadn't lost that piece of my heart, i couldn't imagine my life any other way.i think i am stronger because of it, and even though i miss him, i know my daddy is in a better place.

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