Personal Narrative: My Father's Death

The morning of Saturday November 1st, 2014, I woke up to three hundred text messages and twitter notifications all notifying me that my friend, Dominik Pettey, was killed in a car crash by a drunk driver the previous night. No pain had ever felt so significant, it was crippling, but then instead of pain, I was numbed by the inability to grasp that my friend someone who I just had seen the night before, was gone. I ran the words “Dom is dead” through my head on a loop but could not bring myself to accept it. That week, although I was still here, facing such a tragedy, everything on earth seemed so insignificant, going to class, homework, midterms, everything. I woke up every morning wishing it was just in a bad dream and that noise would never cease because that is when it hit me the most, silence, when I didn't hear Dom’s infectious laugh or when he wasn't telling me that, “I am Kiera Wainer and deserve the best God can give”, which he used to say anytime I was upset, the first time he said those words was the second worst day of my entire life, it was the day my dad left for his new family. After, Dom proceeded to tell me that he does not deserve me because “I deserve the best God can give”, over time that phrase became hackneyed but I would do anything to hear it again. …show more content…
I found solace in small things I would not normally notice, such as his hockey number, 11, showing up in various places. I found solace in knowing Dom was loved, not just by me but by everyone who's heart he touched. I found solace in attending his 3500 person memorial service at the National Shrine. Although memories resurface grief, I find peace in knowing that God has a plan and that Dom was taken out of our lives for a bigger reason and that he was a blessing in my life for the short time he was on