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Of course Tina was in the room bent over sobbing over my dad, my dads mom and my grandma was beside me crying and shouting out my dads name over and over again saying, “Why, why, Arthur, why!” My uncle was there silently crying like I was, I think that we were feeling the same way at that moment. The two guys that were with my dad were nowhere to be seen.
A nurse brought everyone that was there into a waiting room and she explained that my dad had flipped his four-wheeler because something had went wrong with it and the two other guys tried to fix something on it before they started four-wheeling. He flipped the four-wheeler, landed on a log, and his four-wheeler landed on top of him. She explained it as simply as she could. I just stayed silent. We went back to my dad’s body and one by one we said our goodbyes until the funeral. When it was my turn to be alone with my dad’s body I broke down and said, “I love you Daddy.” for the final time.
I tried to go to school the next day but I ended up leaving early because I was about to breakdown again at any moment. My family never went to the visitation at the funeral home because Tina would try and run everything. On September 29, 2009, was my dad’s funeral, of course at Tina’s church. I sat in the back of the church with my family during the funeral because I basically wasn’t aloud up front because Tina would get angry if I did. During the photo slideshow they had shown all pictures of Tina and her daughters with my dad and they only put one picture of my dad and I together throughout the whole slideshow. Tina had kept my dad’s ashes and she wouldn’t let me have anything to remember him by.