My father died when I was 12, and now I'm thinking of all the things he missed and will miss. My father never saw me finish 6th grade, he never saw me start or finish 7th grade. He never saw me begin eighth grade and graduate from middle school. He never saw me start French lessons, nor did he see me play the violin again, he never saw any of my track meets, or my dance recifals. He never saw me shoot a goal for a soccer game. He never grounded me again or punished me for being bad. He never saw me start highschool. He never got to see me break my ankle. He never saw me learn how to play the piano. He never caught me sneaking out of the house. He never saw me go on my first date. He never saw me fall in love. He never saw me with my first heartbreak. He never see me get my learners permit or my license. He never saw me drive off out of frustration. He never saw any of my grades again. He never saw a piece of my writing or artwork. He never saw me get a higher grade point average than everyone in the tenth grade. He will never see me in a cap and gown for graduation. He will never see me hang my highschool dipolma on my wall. He will never send me off to college. He will never see me marry. He will never see his grandchildren. And to the drunk driver who killed him: I hope you're happy. I hope you're happy you ruined a once happy person. Burn in hell.