By: Alisha Martin
Life was great and everything was fine, and out of no where, it went down hill.
My Dad, James, was a nice guy. He did everything he could for his family. One day he lost his job, and we almost lost our house. So he turned to drugs. On November 27, 2015, someone attempted to kill him. Ever since then, he has been different.
The picture above was before the accident.
And this picture is after he woke up from a coma.
My dad has been struggling with life itself. It’s a hassle for him to do things. He had to relearn everything, like how to talk and how to walk. I know things will never be the same, but things will eventually get better for him.
He is now starting to walk a lot better; he is talking way better, and his vocabulary has expanded. I hope he can be happy like he was before, and I want the best for him. I know he is doing better, because he is living on his own, and he has a job.
I do miss him a lot, and I know it’s somewhat my fault that we don’t see each other very often, because I don’t go see him as much as I could. Our father-daughter relationship is barely there anymore, and I hope that we can regain it.
I did learn a few things though through this experience, and they are to never turn to drugs and to never trust anyone that much.
I love you Dad, and I truly hope things get better.