memories

    August 27th 1997, the worst upsetting day of my life. I just lost it. I clinched my fists with anger, feeling my tears running down my face. I was really confused and didn’t know what to do. Never in a million years thought I would lose my dad. I finally realized that I can lose anything at any time, it can be the person you love the most. I am honored to be named after him and am damn proud to represent it for the rest of my life. I get to show everyone my amazing name. it actually feels good to be named after a person especially if its after a man. The way he died is just terrible. He loved and enjoyed his job by working on buildings in a sky high crane. Being told a cable snapped at the bottom and the crane fell. I always had wondered what was he was thing as the crane fell viciously to the solid concrete? I can only think he was thinking about what was going through his head as he was heading to the pavement. It’s insane this is how he died. This story is like the complete opposite of a happy ending movie. And I have live with this till the day I die. I miss him. I love him. He was the man. He was a diehard redskins fan. My list goes on and on. It is simply just endless.