Jacob Eliot
Its been nearly 6 years since my dad James' passing. The years have have both blissful and challenging. One memory of my dad i will always hold dear to me is when I was a junior in High school I used to call my mom to pick me up from school nearly daily. My dad one day decided that he was going to pick me up. When dad set his mind something there is nothing you can do about it. He came to pick me up despite still having a smashed in knee and a broken tibia bone in 3 places from being ran over by a car months prior and diabetes prevented his bones from fully healing. Despite the broken bones he picked me up in his Gold 2003 Ford Explorer. When I went up to the car and opened the door instead of seeing my mom i saw dad, and with immense shock I asked DAD WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? He said I came to pick you up. I hesitated greatly while getting in the car due to his injuries but it meant the world to me that he picked me up from school considering i do not remember a prior time where he did. I will cherish that memory forever. It means the world to me to carry the memory in my heart.