My Father
I had been prepping all my life for the death of my parents. When one day the hospital called and said come see your father if you want to see him alive again. So I did. I got to see him. I told him that I was ok now, and would be ok later. We had made peace about 10 years before that. We were in a good spot, Which was funny, we were never really in a bad place, we just didn't see eye to eye. I got a call a week later from my mother that he had passed. So I drove 4 hours through the early morning hours, crying and mourning my father. All that prepping that I had thought I did, turned out to be a lie. Because I wasn't prepared at all. My father and I were tight. We were both truck drivers, worked outside at manual labor. We both had an appreciation for classic cars. My father was a a hot rodder and a gearhead from the 1950's. We went to car shows together. The last one we went to was the Barrett-Jackson Auction in Scottsdale AZ in 2007. We had the best time, as we always ha...
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