My mom dropped to the floor sobbing. My brother and sister who had tears covering their faces joined her. I just started at the computer screen, “Cessna 421C Golden Eagle N700EM, two occupants, two fatalities.” I could not believe he was gone.
On November 10th 2012, I lost my father and grandfather in a plane crash. The following week was numb, I tries going to school, keeping a routine, but I could not focus, I could not stay motivated. I could not believe it was real. Dad could not be gone.
I tried going to the gym, getting out of my house to think, but I could not. It was all so surreal; I felt like I was watching myself from the outside, but I could not make myself do anything.
The funeral came and went. I gave the eulogy, but I do not remember the words.
Looking back almost a year later at how much I have grown, I know my dad would be proud. I have been forced to mature and take on many new responsibilities because he is gone. I do not know where I would be, but I do know that I would not have progressed as much as I have.
Losing my dad is the worst thing that has ever happened to me. I lost a mentor, my best friends and my hero. He was a man who loved to work. He loved to learn at every possible opportunity. He would want me to learn from this tragic experience, to grow and progress as a person.
Questions to Ponder:
- How can you take your tragedy and learn and grow and progress from it?