My father died today in a motorcycle accident. Classic "driver made a left in front of him".
He went doing what he loved the most with his best friend/son, me.
Our most recent losses were very similar and our “talks” through all that pain were a great comfort to me.
I find great comfort there was NOTHING left unsaid between us. We both were very aware of how much we enjoyed each other’s company and how much we loved each other.
Just today, before any of this happened, I was telling Jessica how a couple years ago out at the farm he was pulling away in his car with the top down after we had gone for a ride on the bikes. I was watching him go and yelled for him to stop because he had to know. I jogged over to the car, put my hand on his shoulder, and said with great reverence,
“Hey Dad. You know? You’re my best friend.”
He smiled, his eyes misting with tears and said, “You’re mine too, Jer.”
Monumental loss can change a man for better or for worse. Our bond through those losses made us both better.
The level of my gratitude in having him in my life is boundless.
I will miss him every day, every hour, every minute, and every second for the rest of my life.
EVERY time I throw my leg over the saddle, twist the throttle, and go to that place where no one can touch me, he will be there.
Godspeed Dad. I love you but you already knew.