2004, February 23rd.. My dad & his fiance get rammed at a stop light, a woman was on her cell phone, didn't want to look up from her phone. Going 60 MPH To the driver side, car spins around (honda civic 1994), to get hit once again on the passenger side by an F250 Ford Pick up, smashing the honda into a bolder off road. Debra (my dads girlfriend) dies in his lap, while he's still conscience.
Chopper Picks Up Dad, He goes into a coma, for a month.
Hey, Whats Up.. I Been Meaning To Wake You Up
Make Sure Your Safe & Such, We Brace The Touch,
The Sound of Your Voice, As It Ultimately Shakes In Us
We Were Great In Faith & Numbers & Not Hopeless
Trents Will Never Die, Common Referred To As Cock Roaches
Stay Strong, We Care Too Much To Just, Not Notice
But Lately, It's Been Almost Too Intense Just To Handle It
We're Life Support, Coming From a Sense Of Abandonment
Lone Years, & Cold Winters With Candles Lit
Make Out Like It's a Feast, Eating Rice For a Week
While You Were Partying Up North In Massachusetts
We Just Wanted To Seek, & Follow The Same Path That You Went
Sittin At The Lake Where We Used To Drink & Throw Bottles
& Still I'm the Supporter And You're The Same, a Role Model
Now We Settled, A Calm Life Of Cleansing, It's Spiritual
Think Of Ya Father Figure, The Last Time You Emptied His Urinal
As You're Stretchin His Shirt, Cuz You Have To Dress'em For Work
So I'll Blast Systems, In Fast Missions Of Murders On Crash Victims
& Passinate Accidents, Behind The Firm Word Of My Dad's Wisdom
Not Complaining, The Room Clearly Has An Angel In Grasp
You're Still Alive, Hell, I'm Damn Thankful For That
I Just Want To Live It Out, Shoot Hoops & Then Travel
In a Room Of Cannons, With a Deuce Deuce To Win Battles
I Knew You'd Be In Hurt If You Made It, Or In a Cast Today
I Just Want a Relationship, Now, Before You Pass Away
In Memory Of Debra, & Bless Her Four Children With Joy
A Path Of Logic, Which The Force Field Is Destroyed
I Just Want To Remain Nursery, And Bring Courtasy
& I Pray To God You Come Back From The Brain Surgery
It's Sad As a Last Resort, But We'll Be Fast Support
And You Better Hide If It's a Bad Report
My Dad Goes to Brain Surgery Tomorrow, after being half parylized for a few years, they think they found a tumor, in which they might be able to remove.. Giving feeling to the right side of my dad's body again, and he'll possibly walk.
Keep him in your prayers