Memories...

My worst memory happened on December 24, 2004. It was Christmas Eve and I was having a great day til' about lunch time. We were just about to have a family lunch, when we got a phone call. My mom answered it, and I seen this look on her face, then she went to her room. Whatever it was, the look that she made, wasn't good. Me and my sisters was still getting ready to go to my "meme's" house. Then my mom called us all in her room. "Oh No, I knew this wasn't good."

My mom told us that my dad had been in a horrible car accident early that morning, and from the looks of things, they weren't sure if he was going to make it or not.  

A couple of hours later we got our stuff ready, and we headed to Amarillo to go see him, which of course we didn't end up seeing him til' about 3 that morning. 

The doctor finally came in the waiting area, and told us that we could go in. When I first walked in, he was covered with tubes running in and outside of his body, that was the scariest thing I have ever seen. I hid behind the door, and started crying. This was the worst feeling I have ever felt in my life. My mom kept trying to get me from behind the door so that he would know that I was there, but I never did. I just went back to the waiting room. 

This all happened because my dad was coming home late from visiting my grandpa and he was drinking. He ran into a canyon and flew out of the sun roof. I thank God that there was somebody a couple of miles behind him, because if he wasn't, my dad would not be alive today. 

To this day, my dad still has problems with his hip, knee, leg, there is always something new everyday.