The Day I Wish Never Happened…

February 7, 2003 

Worst day of my life. 

I never knew what “empty” felt like. I never thought I would feel so alone.  

I lost my best friend to a tragic heart  attack. He was not only a friend, he was my hero, mentor, comfort, role model, my everything

I call him Dad.  

On the day of his death, I was a sophomore at Savannah Christian Prep School. I was called out of class and greeted by my cousin who informed me that “the doctors had my dad.” A sentence I will never forget. A sentence that rang through my head for what seemed like a three hour car ride to Memorial hospital.  

After jumping out of  a still moving vehicle, I ran faster than lightening into the sliding glass doors to see a sea of people. -everyone seemed to know but me and my sister-  

Seemed to know that not only the doctors have my dad, but that my dad had passed away. My world seemed to become foggy and the room seemed to spin. I found myself on the cold tile floor. How could this happen? Why? I was angry then sad; mad then felt sick. 

I didn’t know what was going to happen from this point on. And honestly didn’t care to think about it. I just wanted him back.  

The next seven years, three months and 22 days have proved to never get easier.      

William Berry Rich "Poppa"

A thousand words won’t bring you back I know because I’ve tried, neither will a million tears I know because I’ve cried.    


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