Post by reaper on Jul 18, 2019 20:08:28 GMT -5
I remeber the year...the month...the exact day my life changed forever.
I was a young teen of 13 years old on a holiday with my uncle and his family....in our family uncles and cousins grow up together closer than brothers....as me and my cousin rammy were...are.
We were staying at the marriott suite hotel on the beautiful riverwalk in San Antonio. It was the sweltering month of july and we were having the time of our lives....the hotel had an unbelievable indoor/outdoor swimming pool somewhere up in the 40th floor....and it was awww inspiring...never had a small town boy like me ever seen quite a spectacle. Dont get me wrong...ive done my fair share of swimming...and in some awesome pools...but nothing like this one.
Anyway afetr a long day of swimming and walking downd alongside the river...taking that boat ride we finally called it a night....falling asleep with a smile that would rival the cheshire cat in Alice in Wonderland.
And then it happened! A phone call at 3am...ringing louder than church bells it seemed. And everyone knows NOTHING good was ever communicated to someone else at 3am...it's ALWAYS bad news. This time...the worst.
My father had been murdered.....
I remember springing from bed like i had been jolted with a shot from a lighting bolt....then i heard my aunts cries of disbelief and tears rolling down her sleepy face. Next thing i know im asking her "what happened with dad?"
To which she tells me ....no no its your uncle go back to sleep...i insist again "what happened to dad?"
Like i knew beforehand...like a feeling...a premonition....I just knew
"Your father is dead"
I turned numb...didnt know what to say, what to feel...i mean how do you process that as a teen at three a.m.?
Regardless of our disbelief, grief and sleep deprived lives we packed up our belongings and headed home....i was still hoping the whole way home....this was just some cruel joke...and you know what...if it had been i would have forgiven them for it...because i would still have my dad.
Finally we get home and there he is laying in a casket....I couldnt believe my eyes....my dad gone...just a shell with no life lying there in front of me...in front of everyone...like on display for there pleasure.....
And so from then on i no longer had a father...except my ever reliable gramdpa...who more than helped raise me...how i loved him so... And I really looked up to him for the caring, strong man he was.
So we grieved my fathers death and his sons passing for the next 6 months together....until that fateful December morning when he passed as well....right in front of my teenage eyes...still swollen from tears shed for my father.
I rember screaming at god....WHY? WHY? Why me god? Why now?
Till this day he hasnt answered my questions...only given me more dread and despair.
Along with two fallen heroes....so yeah twilght i know hell...im still there!
REAPER CRIES
REAPER OUT
I was a young teen of 13 years old on a holiday with my uncle and his family....in our family uncles and cousins grow up together closer than brothers....as me and my cousin rammy were...are.
We were staying at the marriott suite hotel on the beautiful riverwalk in San Antonio. It was the sweltering month of july and we were having the time of our lives....the hotel had an unbelievable indoor/outdoor swimming pool somewhere up in the 40th floor....and it was awww inspiring...never had a small town boy like me ever seen quite a spectacle. Dont get me wrong...ive done my fair share of swimming...and in some awesome pools...but nothing like this one.
Anyway afetr a long day of swimming and walking downd alongside the river...taking that boat ride we finally called it a night....falling asleep with a smile that would rival the cheshire cat in Alice in Wonderland.
And then it happened! A phone call at 3am...ringing louder than church bells it seemed. And everyone knows NOTHING good was ever communicated to someone else at 3am...it's ALWAYS bad news. This time...the worst.
My father had been murdered.....
I remember springing from bed like i had been jolted with a shot from a lighting bolt....then i heard my aunts cries of disbelief and tears rolling down her sleepy face. Next thing i know im asking her "what happened with dad?"
To which she tells me ....no no its your uncle go back to sleep...i insist again "what happened to dad?"
Like i knew beforehand...like a feeling...a premonition....I just knew
"Your father is dead"
I turned numb...didnt know what to say, what to feel...i mean how do you process that as a teen at three a.m.?
Regardless of our disbelief, grief and sleep deprived lives we packed up our belongings and headed home....i was still hoping the whole way home....this was just some cruel joke...and you know what...if it had been i would have forgiven them for it...because i would still have my dad.
Finally we get home and there he is laying in a casket....I couldnt believe my eyes....my dad gone...just a shell with no life lying there in front of me...in front of everyone...like on display for there pleasure.....
And so from then on i no longer had a father...except my ever reliable gramdpa...who more than helped raise me...how i loved him so... And I really looked up to him for the caring, strong man he was.
So we grieved my fathers death and his sons passing for the next 6 months together....until that fateful December morning when he passed as well....right in front of my teenage eyes...still swollen from tears shed for my father.
I rember screaming at god....WHY? WHY? Why me god? Why now?
Till this day he hasnt answered my questions...only given me more dread and despair.
Along with two fallen heroes....so yeah twilght i know hell...im still there!
REAPER CRIES
REAPER OUT
