15 years ago today.....
Today is May 29th...
15 years ago it was May 29th, 1994... The day that I lost my dad....
A lot of people say "Just deal with it and move on" or "Time heals all wounds"...
This one... is never going to be fully healed....
My Dad and I never got along while I was growing up... He and I were too similar... I thought like him, walked like him, wanted to dress like him... every thing... this of course made me butt heads with him on a very regular basis... the last year before he died, we started to heal our relationship.. it got to the point when I would call him from college, I would ask for him first.. cause I wanted to tell him all the stuff going on in my life...
2 weeks before he died I wrote him a poem called "Daddy..." for his 51st birthday... he told me that it was the best present he ever had recieved... and as I later found out (2 weeks later) it was the Last present he would ever recieve...
He was killed in a car crash 2 weeks later from his 51st birthday... it was Memorial Dad weekend in 1994... he was coming home with my mom from visiting his family gravesite in Buckfield Maine... a place he dearly loved and always was possibly planning on retiring...it was about 10:30 at night and the phone rang... in our house... if the phone rang past 9pm, it was always known to be an emergency... so I picked it up... it was the Massachusetts state Troopers out of Andover MA...the only words I remember were "Your parents have been in an accident...you need to come up here now"... so I handed the phone to my sister and she took down all the information... we then made it to Lawrence in about 1 and 1/2 hours... (which from hinsdale MA, is a 3 hour drive usually)...
When we got there, my sister and I rushed in and saw our cousins... and my parents were no where to be seen.. my mother came back from whereever she was on a gurney... bruised and battered..but ok... I looked at her fearfully and asked... "Where's Daddy?".... to this day... the words she said to be will forever haunt my dreams... "Daddy didn't make it..." we clung to her and i realized at that time... my Dad was gone... I would never see him again...
it is now 15 years later... I Can speak about it...but it still brings tears to my eyes and a lump in my throat...
This year to memorialize him.. I am getting a tattoo on my left arm... this has multiple reasons...and i will explain these in the next post... (which will have pics of the beginning of my tattoo...I would love to get the entire tattoo but I can't afford it right now... so I am just getting the bottom 1/3 of it done... (it is 3 pieces)
I miss him terribly....and to this day, if I ever saw the woman that did this to him.... she will not be happy....
*blessed rest to my father.... Alan Ross Robertson... May 11,1943- May 29, 1994*
15 years ago it was May 29th, 1994... The day that I lost my dad....
A lot of people say "Just deal with it and move on" or "Time heals all wounds"...
This one... is never going to be fully healed....
My Dad and I never got along while I was growing up... He and I were too similar... I thought like him, walked like him, wanted to dress like him... every thing... this of course made me butt heads with him on a very regular basis... the last year before he died, we started to heal our relationship.. it got to the point when I would call him from college, I would ask for him first.. cause I wanted to tell him all the stuff going on in my life...
2 weeks before he died I wrote him a poem called "Daddy..." for his 51st birthday... he told me that it was the best present he ever had recieved... and as I later found out (2 weeks later) it was the Last present he would ever recieve...
He was killed in a car crash 2 weeks later from his 51st birthday... it was Memorial Dad weekend in 1994... he was coming home with my mom from visiting his family gravesite in Buckfield Maine... a place he dearly loved and always was possibly planning on retiring...it was about 10:30 at night and the phone rang... in our house... if the phone rang past 9pm, it was always known to be an emergency... so I picked it up... it was the Massachusetts state Troopers out of Andover MA...the only words I remember were "Your parents have been in an accident...you need to come up here now"... so I handed the phone to my sister and she took down all the information... we then made it to Lawrence in about 1 and 1/2 hours... (which from hinsdale MA, is a 3 hour drive usually)...
When we got there, my sister and I rushed in and saw our cousins... and my parents were no where to be seen.. my mother came back from whereever she was on a gurney... bruised and battered..but ok... I looked at her fearfully and asked... "Where's Daddy?".... to this day... the words she said to be will forever haunt my dreams... "Daddy didn't make it..." we clung to her and i realized at that time... my Dad was gone... I would never see him again...
it is now 15 years later... I Can speak about it...but it still brings tears to my eyes and a lump in my throat...
This year to memorialize him.. I am getting a tattoo on my left arm... this has multiple reasons...and i will explain these in the next post... (which will have pics of the beginning of my tattoo...I would love to get the entire tattoo but I can't afford it right now... so I am just getting the bottom 1/3 of it done... (it is 3 pieces)
I miss him terribly....and to this day, if I ever saw the woman that did this to him.... she will not be happy....
*blessed rest to my father.... Alan Ross Robertson... May 11,1943- May 29, 1994*