Perspective (Non WoW Related)

So, after a day that lasted 48 hours, i can finally sit down and actually look back to the longest day of my life.

This day started on wednesday, around 2~3 PM, when i got 3 consecutive calls about the same thing: My dad had a transit accident and he was on his way to the hospital. Now, the usual reaction would've been "Holy crap! how is he!!"... but... i had a feeling already that something happened to my dad, and that, though serious, he was ok.

All that my mother wanted to do was to pick up her car and drive all the way to the hospital (he was on another... let's call it "state" for the lack of a better translation ) where my dad was. Now, my parents are separated, almost 15 years i think, but they're still pretty good friends and all. I tried to calm my mom, and at the same time trying to distract me because if i'd focus too much on the subject, i'd probably had ended in the same mental state as my mom.

On thursday, at 5 AM, my mom woke up and started to get ready to drive to see my dad, she was gonna bring a co-worker from my dad (though both work at the same place... kinda...), and they were gonna go check my dad and all the other people involved in the accident. Earlier that day, i finally found out what happened in the accident. A cargo truck hitted the van my dad and his co-workers were in from behind, the van had stopped on a red light and the truck, for unknown reasons, didn't had the room to stop. The crash killed instantly the person sitting in the back seat, and my dad was in front of him. My dad broke the left clavicle and the 1st rib, also had an exposed fracture to the nose, and multiple contusions.

When my mom left the house, it was raining really hard, with a lot of wind. So i was worried about my mom driving in this kind of weather, and my dad that was supposed to be coming back later. Thank god the rain stopped and all we had left was wind. Around 12:30 PM my mom called me that she was getting to Coquimbo (the "state" a.k.a. IV region of Chile), and was close to the hospital, and that she'll call me later when she had more news about my dad.

After informing everyone on my family that my mom was already on the hospital (was a lot of work, we're a big family lol), around 5 PM (while watching the 1st Euro 2008 Quarterfinal match) my mom called and said she was on her way back with my dad on the car and that they were going to the IST (A hospital that specialized on working accidents) to get some x-rays and to see if my dad had to stay overnight again.

Around 7 PM i went to meet an aunt that wanted to go to the hospital to greet my dad, who arrived around 8:30 PM (about the same time the World Cup qualifiers started, Chile was playing Venezuela). They took the x-rays and around 9:15 PM we left the hospital to another aunt's house, to have some dinner and see if we could watch the last minutes of the qualifiers. My dad's mooth was kinda weird, he phased out a lot, he was sad about his friend's death, yet he remembered the good times they had while he was alive.

After we arrived just in time to see Chile pull out an awesome win over Venezuela in the last minute (and my dad tried to jump when Chile scored the goal, but the broken clavicle and the bruises on his back didn't let him complete his jump, and we all kinda laughed) he started to tell the story of what he remembered about the accident.

After all those stories, in which he realized that the dead one could've been him, since they were messing around about who would go sit on the last seat on the van, we called it a night and left to "my" house, where my mom picked up some clothes, and they went to my dad's place, she was going to stay the night overthere in case my dad needed anything and i was left in the house, to watch it overnight.

Today they went to his friend's funeral, to pay their respects, and later to the hospital, where the doctors gave him some pills and a harness for his broken clavicle and they told him he needed to rest and use that so they wouldn't have to do surgery on his shoulder (since the bone when back, and for the surgery they needed to thin out the bone, and at 50 years old, it wouldn't heal right, or at least that what they said), and we went to my aunt's house to keep my dad some company and stuff.

Now that it's 12:00 PM on "saturday", i look back and realize that i could've lost my dad, and though i thank god that i didn't, i don't feel sad, i'm actually quiet, i kept my cool when the accident happened, i tried not to fall into despair and going nuts about being far from where he was. Though me and my dad don't have a serious connection with each other, i still feel bad for him for all that he's been through. I've always been the person that keeps his "sanity" when something serious happens, or when someone on my family died. I don't cry on funerals, i rather meditate about the person's life, and thank him for any influence he may has had on my life. But now, i was worried. We don't talk much, since usually our personalities clash a lot (we have almost the same personality lol), but at that moment, i would've liked to tell him that i loved him, despite his way of being. After all he is my dad.

To end this, if you have your parents around, you should tell them you love them, you never know when something like this could happen, and you could lose that valuable chance.

PS: This could be the most serious and longest blog post i've ever written

PS2: http://www.diarioeldia.cl/index.php?...2793&Itemid=38
here's a link of the news and a small picture of the van (it's in spanish though, but most of the important parts i already wrote them up on the post)

PS3: LOL didn't noticed Horatio already had a blog entry with the title "Perspective" XD