On January 8, 2008, I left for work at 5:30 am with coffee in hand and my backpack strapped tight ready to start my busy day. (I was a driver for DHL). I said my goodbyes and I love you’s to my parents as I walked out of the door. To my surprise it would have been the last time I would have spoken to my father. Around 6am, that morning, my father decided to take his own life for reasons unknown. I received a phone call, at 7am, from my brother-in-law telling me I needed to come home. Something happened to my dad, he said. When I arrived home there were people everywhere. Ambulance’s, police vehicle’s, and fire rescue units, lined the street in front of my house.
Here was the man, that I had looked up to my entire life, GONE! No note, no explanation, no nothing. It has been three years since that day, and there is not a day that goes by that we all don’t ask why.
I no longer take people for granted, and I treat each day as it would be my last. I have fond memories of my father, but my fondest is hearing him say “I Love You too”, the morning he passed away.