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Today marks the nine month anniversary since my Father was taken from my family and I. I still grieve his loss. I have learned to get through the day, and things have gotten easier just as people have said they would, but I do it knowing he is gone. One month ago today, I got a tattoo in honor of him on the eight month mark in time since his death. Just do happened to fall on Father's day, which made it more meaningful. It was my gift to him. I will always have a moment of him doing what he loved the most, racing, captured and put into ink on my back. I have yet to mention his name because the world does not need to know. He wasn't famous, you wouldn't find him on Facebook or even at the coffee shop. Only I, and those who know me know and cherish this man that you only know of as, father, dad, him or he. But to me, he was my hero on the weekends, and I was his buckaroo. He wasn't always there for me physically, but he was always there for me when I needed him. He was always there for my sisters. I can not stress to you enough how much he meant to my sister. They needed each other to survive. It hurts me to see how much pain something that no longer exists can still ache. We all miss him equally, but what we miss about him id different between ourselves. Haha  I miss his dorky mustache that was hardly more that whiskers and his rough over worked hands that held an infinite amount of stories. I lost him during an already rough time in my life due to a series of unfortunate events, but overall I was still in the process of becoming a man. To have your Father tell you that you were a diamond in the rough only years months earlier, than  a diamond beginning to take shape and now I will never know the end. i know he was proud of his three children. I am sure of that. So today, I thought long and hard about how I could conclude this and this is what I've come up with. I will never know what he may have told me verbatim, but I do know that he never left a story unfinished and they always had a happy ending. With that said, I ask you to go to a loved one and just remind them how much they mean to you.  I love you Daddy and will never forget you or your words of wisdom and your heart of gold. And yes, I will always smile while thinking of you. :)

The Continuation of My Not So Exaggeration

Well hey there followers. If this is going to be the first blog of mine that you are going to be reading then I strongly urge you to read the one before this so you don't read them out of order. Please and thank you.

So. Ugh. Let's see here. Ah, October 20th, 2010, this would be the day following the death of my Father, David Brian Lucas. The previous night I received word from my eldest sister Valerie that my father was suddenly and tragically ripped right out of our lives in a horrifying vehicle VS pedestrian collision. Sadly, my father did not come out victorious from this battle.

Valerie and her husband, Bryce, drove through the night from Las Vegas down to Phoenix during the night and as I woke early in the morning I was greeted to there hugs as they walked through the front door. We exchanged tears and brief stories of memories past before returning to bed for where I fought off nightmares so I could sleep. After awakening, my sisters and I drove across town to meet the rest of our family made up of my Dad's parents, brothers and all of our cousins. This may have been the first time that side of the family has been together all at once. It was a beautiful and emotional moment that was held over the worst circumstance possible. From that day on, we have become a closer more social family. My Dad's wish had finally come true a day too late. All he had ever wanted was to see us all together and happy. We all met outside and the thought of going inside never crossed our thoughts for it was a beautiful morning and we took this time to remember our late father.

On the Road Again....Story of My Life

Ok, well I'm not on the road in a literal sense but I did just finish my first week at my new job after being off work due to an injury I sustained a while back. Let me tell you, it feels great to be back working again. For those of you who don't know, I have had a real shitty year. It all started when my ex left me back on September 28th of 2010. She didn't just up and leave me though. However, she decided to drag it out, make me feel absolutely worthless and made me do a myriad of things to try and win her back. this went on for about three weeks. The emotional stress this caused me was unbearable. Having to go into work not knowing if she would be home when I came back or not. I really did try everything to keep her, I did. I went to church to ask for help and guidance, I spoke with couples counselors and tried talking with her. None of this worked. Finally on the 19th of October, She told me that she wanted to leave for good and never come back to me. I was devastated. A sense of overwhelming terror shot through my body as I sat hunched over  on my couch with my head in my hands bawling like an infant cut loose from its' mother. I have been with this woman for almost six years. We often spoke of getting married as soon as we were able to afford it. But this, this was never supposed to happen. I asked her why she was leaving me. She never told me. To add insult to injury, my cell phone was shut off only minutes later. I was so upset that I wound up driving myself to the nearest T-mobile store and hopped the curb in my truck as I pulled into the parking spot closest to the entrance. Parking only inches from the large glass windows that make up the front of the building. Stares were given from every directions as I stormed in demanding to speak with an associate capable of correcting my problem. They accommodated me immediately, even though there were others ahead me. The shaken man behind the counter quickly pulled up my account information only to tell me that there was not a problem with my phone but that the bill reached $1,394.89 so it was turned off. Again I reached another level of anger I myself I have never even witnessed. My ex who was also on my phone plan somehow managed to rack up the bill $1,200 in less than three weeks and stuck me with it. Can you picture this in your mind yet? I was furious! I pulled out my credit card and paid the ridiculous amount and stormed back out of the store, approached my truck, got in and laid down some rubber as I drove away. I drove home, yet it didn't feel like home anymore. It still had all the walls and a rood over my head but I was the only one there and knew that I would be for Lord knows how long. I rested, and woke up around 9pm so that I could get ready for work. At the time I was the over night manager for the valet company that I was employed with. I showered, got ready and out the door I went. I arrived at work shortly after 10pm. I had just clocked in when my cell phone rang. It was my oldest sister, Valerie on the other end. I thought she was calling cause she knew that I was awake and would be a work with nothing to do and that she would be asking about my ex. Sadly, I was wrong. Over the phone I could tell right away that something was not right by the tone in her voice as she was trying to hold back the tears. She had called to tell me that our father was in an accident. I responded by saying, "Oh great, what happened and what hospital is he at and I'll leave work to meet him." But then she said the worst five words ever to have entered my ears, "No Daniel, he is gone." I am not sure what exactly I did next but I do remember having another break down of uncontrollable tears and the worst stomach pains of my life. I could hear the tears come rolling through the speaker on the phone as I raised it back up to my head a few moments later. Somehow I was able to ask what had happened and she told me that he was hit and killed by a semi truck driver as he was crossing n a cross walk. I knew my life would be different from that moment on but didn't know how. I ran out of the office searching for the other manager that was there and somehow was able to communicate to him that I just received news of my father's death. He hugged me and told me to leave right away and be with my family. I did just that. I ran down to my truck and could hardly find the ignition. The truck roared to life as I pushed down on the accelerator and bolted out of the parking lot. I began driving as fast as my beat up Ford would let me but then another wave of, "What the fuck?!?!" hit me again and I slowed to a mere crawl. Finally, after what had seemed like an eternity I made it to my mother and sister's house where I was greeted with a hug from all directions and more tears. I can't really recall what else happened that night for it was all a blur to me. I thought that my life couldn't get any worse, but over the next few weeks and months I was put to the ultimate test. My world was turned upside down over and over again. So in short, my ex had left me, my phone was turned off, I lost a alot of money and my Father was killed all in the same day, and this was only the beginning. Please, if you are reading this, stay tuned and follow me because I will be continuing this story on my next post.

Giving this a shot

So I finally decided about three minutes ago that I would create a blog. On this blog I am planing on making it a goal of mine to update it as often as possible with daily news and events in my everyday life.