The worst night of my life.

 For those curious what this is about, I am writing this because I hope it might help me deal with everything that has happened to me. This is of a recent event and it has caused me a great deal of heartache, and trauma. For those uncomfortable with traffic accidents and heavy detail I would not read further.

This is how it all started; Myself and my wife decided to take some days off of work to visit my father in another state. This is not something we can do often but we always enjoy time with him.

On our last night there we decided due to labor day coming up to head back home that night. It was going to rain later so it would have been best to leave sooner than later due to my father living at the end of a hilly dirt road. My father also had to leave state so he decided that we would all go to wal-mart get some supplied for our respective trip and part ways then. This sadly would not be the case.

We all hugged before leaving the house, me and my father smiling after having a fun week together left us in good spirits. I told him of our plans to try and come for the holidays if he is up for it and he was more than happy about it. After telling him I love him he replied in the same manner. Before I got in my car and he on his bike I told him to stay safe, the night was pitch black and it would rain. He said he would be, and told me I better drive carefully. After that we left the house.

After about ten minutes we got on the main road that would lead us to our first stop, my father decided to show off his bike by passing us taking a moment to smile and wave. He loved trying out his bikes, he repaired so many for other people he tended to have spare parts enough to build a few. This was his newest creation, a race chopper and it could haul ass. After less than a minute things went south, an animal likely a deer jumped out of the wood over a ditch and hit him dead on in the side. I freaked out as he swerved side to side my fiancee screamed right as he hit the road the sparks of his bike skidding shooting sparks everywhere.  On pure instinct I stopped the car put on my brights and hit the hazard lights My father was in the opposite side of the road and lucky for us it was in the ditch and not on him.

There was so much blood, he was hurt and could only say help, help me… (Sorry if this seems disjointed it took me forever to even try and type this.) I had my wife get the phone to call 911, there were no cars on either side of the road lucky for us at the time. She was still in shock and was frozen looking at him so I went to the car and called. I told the what happened trying to remain calm though failing. Cars were now behind my own and they told us not to move my father. This came too late as my wife was helping him get out of the road. I went to assist her, knowing we should try and reduce the odd of him getting him.

We were too late, I looked up and saw a truck’s headlights. I have no idea why but he swerved into us hitting myself and my father dead on, somehow by sheer luck or god helping out my wife did not get hurt or even hit. I am still unclear there because when I was hit I was knocked unconscious. My wife screamed again, an unholy scream that you would think was inhuman and this brought me back to consciousness, and I knew what happened. I could see the man’s truck keep going but because she was safe I stayed where I was. My leg hurt so bad then and even now as I write this. I knew it was broken and I checked myself over, I was more or less fine outside my leg but because I could not see him, I knew my father was dead. I was not sure if my heart told me, or if it was logic but I knew.

I called her over to me, I told her he was gone and that my leg was likely broken. She told me no no, my father could be fine. I knew there was no way, I flew 5 ft from where we were hit and my father was nowhere to be seen, so it was definitely further. I told her stay by me but then we see the blue lights of the ambulance, they came. I told them I checked myself as best I could and it was my leg that was broken and nothing else, I was correct but my whole body was pretty much a giant bruise, this is what they told me. I will not explain what they did here fully, mostly they checked me over cut my pants off and that was it. So many people were on scene, between passersby and medical staff the road was covered with people helping where they could. I saw a light about 25 or 50 ft from me, I knew who was there then.

It started to rain as I was being loaded into the Ambulance, and would not know for sure until the country sheriff told me my father was indeed dead.

To this day I can’t really drive at night, nor  smell grass without anxiety attacking me. Even now I still see the nightmare in my sleep almost replaying every time I close my eyes. I hope by writing this maybe just maybe it will help.

Thank you for reading this, it means alot to me that someone took the time to do it. Every word of this is true, though I left out a few details for privacy sake. Again thank you, and I hope you all stay safe, because no matter if you are the world’s best driver you never know what can happen.