Lots of people think that if you lose something, that it will be lost forever. To me, nothing is ever really lost; the things you have or own will always be with you, maybe not physically but always in your memory. And yes, when you lose things like a family member, a pet or friend, it is comforting to look at the good times. But we also look at the bad times because talking from experience with my dads' death, looking at just the good things doesn't help as much as looking at both. For instance, when I think of my mom, I don't just look at the good she does for me, I look at the things I don't like that she does, because if you only look at the good things it's like looking at something fake or not true.
             The way I look at my dad's death is that I lost someone that I never really got to know as much as I wanted to. But in a way it made me look at life differently and see how everything is never perfect, life does not always go the way you want them too. Through my dad's death, I think that I have matured and now have a sense that fate has somewhat a control of my life. Also even though my brother and sister had more years with my dad, I had a closer relationship with him. Since I was the youngest, he paid more attention to me because my sister and brother were in high school at the time. I am glad that I had that 9-year relationship with one of the best dads in the world who always put his family first no matter what the situation was.
             The way my dad passed away was he was on his bike riding home from the grocery store. He was on Lighthouse Ave. and there was a car wanting to turn left on to Cedar St.. So my dad was about to go around the car when all of a sudden a car hit him from behind and knocked him of his bike and he landed on his head and killed him instantly. The guy who hit him was on drugs and was intoxicated and passed out, and his girlfriend was trying to wake him up, but by tryi...