RIP my first love
R.I.P My First LOve
The morning of August 25, 2005 started out like any other morning. My alarm clock rung at 6:30 a.m., but I did not get up until 7:15 AM. My mother yelled from her room, “Shakailla get up before you’re late,” and I just rolled over. I got up and went to school as normal, everything was normal. I was in class talking and joking around like every other 10 year old. That was until I got a pass around 12:00 PM to leave early. My aunt picked me up, that is what made me think this is serious something has happened. I kept asking my aunt ‘what happened?’, ‘Where are we going’, and she responded “Your dad was in a motorcycle accident.” My dad had been in many accidents before from little fender-benders to drastic life threatening events, but he always seem to come out with just a few broken bones and some scratch. Deep down inside I knew something wasn’t like the other times I realized this Cat may finally have used the last of his nine lives.
Everyone says that you know when someone’s time has come you feel at peace and in distress all at once and, it is as if time slows itself and everything in your body becomes aware to every little thing. The ride to the hospital seemed to take forever but now, as I look back I wish that it would have taken longer. At the hospital my cousin was calm so, I felt the light reassurance, but it was crushed when she told me “Shay he’s gone” “who’s gone?” I asked hoping that it was not my father. “Shay, your dad he’s gone” and at that moment my entire world just stopped. I was daddy’s little girl, he loved me so much and I loved him even more.
Earlier I said that time slowed, well the time came to a complete stand still. Every minute and every second was accounted for I saw my mother she was slumped over in a wheelchair crying, tears pouring from her eyes. I did not want to believe but I had to, my dad was gone. In a matter of seconds, I went from going to see my dad in the hospital
The morning of August 25, 2005 started out like any other morning. My alarm clock rung at 6:30 a.m., but I did not get up until 7:15 AM. My mother yelled from her room, “Shakailla get up before you’re late,” and I just rolled over. I got up and went to school as normal, everything was normal. I was in class talking and joking around like every other 10 year old. That was until I got a pass around 12:00 PM to leave early. My aunt picked me up, that is what made me think this is serious something has happened. I kept asking my aunt ‘what happened?’, ‘Where are we going’, and she responded “Your dad was in a motorcycle accident.” My dad had been in many accidents before from little fender-benders to drastic life threatening events, but he always seem to come out with just a few broken bones and some scratch. Deep down inside I knew something wasn’t like the other times I realized this Cat may finally have used the last of his nine lives.
Everyone says that you know when someone’s time has come you feel at peace and in distress all at once and, it is as if time slows itself and everything in your body becomes aware to every little thing. The ride to the hospital seemed to take forever but now, as I look back I wish that it would have taken longer. At the hospital my cousin was calm so, I felt the light reassurance, but it was crushed when she told me “Shay he’s gone” “who’s gone?” I asked hoping that it was not my father. “Shay, your dad he’s gone” and at that moment my entire world just stopped. I was daddy’s little girl, he loved me so much and I loved him even more.
Earlier I said that time slowed, well the time came to a complete stand still. Every minute and every second was accounted for I saw my mother she was slumped over in a wheelchair crying, tears pouring from her eyes. I did not want to believe but I had to, my dad was gone. In a matter of seconds, I went from going to see my dad in the hospital