My dad loved riding his motorcycle. I can remember numerous occasions seeing him on it.
There were so many things I wish could’ve happened that didn’t. There were many times when I was growing up that I wished he were there and he wasn’t.
Do you know WHY he wasn’t there? He was killed in a motorcycle accident when I was only 7 years old. My dad was only 31.. way too young.
He left behind not only me, but my mom and 4 year old sister as well. A car was on his side of the road and he swerved to miss it and hit a tree.
I am 24 now, and have lived without my dad it seems like an eternity now. 17 years to be exact, although there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think about him, or wish he were here to meet my kids.
My mom, who had always been a stay at home mom became a widow when my dad died. She had absolutely no work experience whatsoever. She had been with my dad since she was 13 years old, and he had always provided for her.
After he died, she didn’t know what to do. Not only was she facing the grief of losing someone she had been with since she was a teenager but she was left with a funeral bill and a small income as well.
My mom struggled and struggled just to meet the bills that we had to pay, and could only pay a little here and there on the funeral bill. AND that’s why 17 years later and he STILL doesn’t have a headstone.
My infant niece was born early at 25 weeks on July 1, 2013. We ended up burying her the 7th. At the grave site, I kept staring at my dad’s resting place and getting teary-eyed as the memorial service was going on.
I kept thinking “THIS long and still nothing?” No way to tell that he is lying underneath that grass? I kept wondering how many people had accidentally stepped on his grave that day while digging the grave for my niece or saying their goodbyes?
It was unthinkable for me. SO, I set out to do something about it.
Thank you SO much, (In advance)