Everyones Nightmare...
This morning, everything seemed as if it was going to turn out to be a good day. I was on my computer as usual, and my all time best friend/sister Cristina called me but the phone got disconnected, so I waited a minute then i called her back. She answered the phone, and all I heard was crying in the background. I was like hello? HELLO? Then she was like, Oh my gosh Becca and I could tell it was going to be bad. She was in tears and she was like My dad died this morning. Her dad is my GODFATHER and basically raised me to be who I am today. We used to live right next door to eachother on saratoga and her dad was like the fill in for my dad. Ever since we have been 3 months old, we have been side by side being partners in crime and facing the consequences together. Our lives are so much alike, but twisted in the same way. My dad is an absent father, her dad was there until they got divorced. Both our parents are divorced, and both of the men remarried. Both of us love everything about our families almost, everything but our fathers. The story with her dad is that after they got divorced, he was going to drive to oregon and it started pouring on the freeway he was in a caddy, and he hydroplained went over the median and went head on with a semi at a minimum of 65 MPH. None of the doctors thought he was going to make it through just the accident, but as much as he has been a let down before, he suprised us all and pulled through it. He was close to almost 350-400 LBS before the accident. After he was a mere 150-200. He struggled so much with everything just trying to live a normal life. He made the best of everyday even if it was one of the worst. And then one day Cris called me and said my mom just called the doctor to see how my dad was doing and the doctor said that his cancer has progressed. I was like Cris you never told me your dad had cancer. She said she didn't even know. He was so sick of everyone feeling sorry for him, that when he found out he had cancer, it was something that stayed between him and his wife. Devastated? I was and so was she. The cancer was in his stomach and kept spreading. They removed a large amount of his stomach thinking that they may have removed all of the cancer, but to no avail it spread again. His stomach was left as just a little ball of tissue and this is what caused his death. He was starved to death due to the eating tube that they forced down his nose to try to keep nutrients in him. Cris said that he looked like someone that just came out of the holocaust. She was so glad that now he can go to a happy place, but regrets not trying to spend every waking moment with him trying to fix their problems. It has not sunk into her head yet but when she realizes, I'll be there. Just like her dad and family was there for me throughout all of my dads mistakes in life. And for that I love them. I will always remember going with Cris and her dad to the thanksgiving day parade and seeing Joey Fatone from N'SYNC on one of the floats. That and when we went to the fireworks in detroit and Cris and i had to side step up the hill with her dad because the accident fucked up his hips. We would side step and then he would put his cane out for us to help pull him up the hill. All of these memories are more precious to me then the ones that I have with my own father becuase he is so fucked up. Antonio Morales Sr. was more of a parent to me, then more own dad and for that I will always remember him and his fun loving ways of life. Going to the house in Rochester Hills and eating his one of a kind Hot Tamales. And prayers are appreciated I'll keep you guys posted on when the funeral will be.
Becca
Becca