My father

[Sledgehammer427]

It hurts so much to say anything about it but since I consider you all family, here goes.

Yesterday, the 17th, my father was in a motorcycle accident that took his life. He was airlifted to the hospital and pronounced brain-dead. Although he gained some basic functions less than an hour later, his body began to fail and my father passed away this morning after the arrangements were made for the organ donations. He's being cremated, and we are having a small, spartan service, just the way he would have wanted.
I still feel like it hasn't struck me fully yet but when I chat with people different things keep bringing up the tears and it's a struggle to not blubber about like a 2 year old.

My father, (Mark S. Myers) Was a great man who touched many lives. While he was a little gruff, he was straightforward and honest and everyone that knew him was a better person. He never hesitated to help those in need and he went out of his way to make sure people were comfortable and felt at home around him. He was my best friend and I am the luckiest 21-year-old in the world to call him my father. This holiday season is going to be so tough. He always went to my grandmothers 3 hours early to help her cook, mash the potatoes, and he would cut the turkey.
On Christmas day he was always the one who handed out presents.
I wish you guys could have met him. He was my hero.

Quem di diligunt, adolescens moritur
-Whom the gods love, dies young.

I miss you dad..