I don’t remember much of what happened the day about 10 years ago when my real dad died. I think it was march may 2005 that I saw my daddy getting ready to go out somewhere. Somehow I found out that he was going to the bar again and I kept telling him not to go. He said that he was just going to have 1 beer there and he was going to come home. Someone talked him into having more, I never found out who. On his way home he ran into an electrical pole on his motorcycle. Thankfully one of my classmates (Lucas) grandpa was nearby and called it in. My 2 siblings and I were at our grandma’s house when the cops told my mom, so she called our grandma and she took us home. Everyone was there crying. The 3 of us (my sister, my brother, and me) didn’t