Why My Dad's Collapse?

One warm summer morning my sister, dad, and I were sitting and watching T.V. and my best friend’s dad called and invited us over for the weekend. He said

I didn’t plan to spend this hot August day like this...my mom told me on my birthday, my 5th to be exact, that this day would be special, little did my curious mind know that I would be getting something that every kid my age would die for. I would be getting my first best friend.

It was December 30th 2017, my 13th birthday, I just needed this day to go the way I wanted. Last year my 12th birthday, was probably the scariest day of my life. It all started on our way back home from my Grandma Suzie's Christmas in St. Louis, just about a three hour drive from our little town Glenwood, Iowa. We were driving right behind my Uncle Jake’s truck with his three kids and wife. It had snowed about 4 inches the night before so the roads were slick and chunks of snow and ice were scattered throughout the whole road. As I sat in the back seat and I looked up from my phone and ahead of the car to see Jake’s truck swerving and drives straight off the road and flips to its side. My heartbeat stopped. My dad pulled off to the side of the road and jumps straight out and ran to the car with my mom. The car was laying on the driver’s side of the car up against a hill, right on Uncle Jake. My Aunt Jamie had gotten out no problem through the window and was struggling harder than ever to get her kids out, that’s when my mom hopped right in to help her. I stayed in the car to call 911. My dad went straight to his brother's side of the car and made an effort to pull him out using every muscle in his body. It was 18° outside and he still had sweat going down the side of his

December 17th, that is my birthday. Having switched school counties in middle school my birthdays always had to find the best of both worlds between two different groups of friends. Well, I had recently discovered the magic of social storytelling in games like Dungeons & Dragons. At this point three of my friends and I would meet up every two weeks for a late night session of fantasy tabletop role-playing. These nights were the high points of our social lives; it only made sense that I wanted ALL of my friends to experience this awesome game. So, I invited everyone asking them to come over around 6:00 p.m. and expect to be there until around midnight. I loaded up on snacks, came up with an adventure for us all to go through, and actually cleaned a little. Everything was set up for everyone to have fun, eat snacks, stay up late, and hopefully find a new hobby. Unfortunately that is not at all what happened.

In 2011 on a very cold December night, my dad told me something that I will never forget. My siblings and I were all sitting in my fathers very out dated apartment, eating hamburger helper and watching a movie on his small 32 inch t.v.

It was a beautiful day.I just got home from school, my brother and I walked through the door. We got some special news. That my mom would tell us individually.

It is common for strangers or even family members to share the same birthday, even if it’s a different year. Which brings me to my cousin, Johnathan. I can finally say we have one thing in common; he shares the same birthday as I do. However, we are 1,000 miles away, but it shouldn’t stop me from thinking of someone else on their special day as well. In addition, a stranger to me before history class has shared the same birthday with myself for over 280 years. He was a Founding Father and the second president of the United States, that is, John Adams was born on October 30, 1735. Even though there are not only birthdays, but there are deaths that occur every day as well.

September 11, 2014 my father passed away, so now not only the memory of 9/11 will be on my mind, but also the only father I have ever known. In his memory I made a slide show of his life and in the background I had the song by Tim McGraw , " Live like you was Dying"; and to this day I still can’t listen to this song to the end without thinking about him and crying. This song makes you realize life is not guaranteed but a precious gift. First I would not only tell my children that I love them but I would show them as well. My children are the best gift I’ve ever received, there is nothing that I wouldn’t do for them. Next I would pull out old pictures, videos, or anything that was sentimental to me, either good or bad they are memories

I woke up today and remembered what day it is. Today, August 13, is grandfather’s 72nd birthday. Are the both of you celebrating together? Tell him I say happy birthday. I wish I could be there.

Today was my wife and I’s 3rd anniversary, and we planned to go on a trip to Czechoslovakia. We also went there on our honeymoon, and decided to go there every other year afterwards. I still remember our wedding day, my father was crying tears of joy, proud of how much his son had grown up.

It was my dad's birthday and I did not know what we were going to do. He said

My gram and I went to my grandfather's grave...it was his birthday today and we wanted to celebrate it in a way."

Late September of 2008, my step-dad's birthday had arrived, and so, he had asked for a dark chocolate cake with milk chocolate frosting. So that’s what my mother

It was my birthday. Two things that I never thought would happen. One was me getting a chocolate lab I named Hazel,the second was losing a loved one.These two thing happened on one day that I will love and hate for the rest of my life.

It was 2:00pm, I spent almost the whole day roaming around the house doing nothing, just thinking about everyone else. How come everyone was busy today? I assumed half of my friends forgot it was my birthday. At 3:45pm our door bell rang. Out of curiosity I ran downstairs to check and it was my childhood friend Trisha. While wishing me happy birthday, she gave me a friendly hug. Then we went to my room. There she took out pictures from when we were young, candy jewelry we played with when we were young. It was basically a reminder to me that no matter how old any of us get, we’ll always be stupid little kids at heart and will stick together. It was a wonderful and a thoughtful gift, but that was not it. She went outside to her car to get something, and when she returned it was another gift, a beautiful blue dress with a design coming out from the left side and a slight cut on both sides.