I’m still processing and grieving the death of my father. He died in a motor vehicle accident, a high speed police chase after drunk drivers evaded a roadblock, they hit and killed my father. My sisters and I were in the vehicle and survived. He was a neurosurgeon. I’m a measly librarian. He should have survived instead of me. I miss him so much it pains me physically. I broke down in tears all afternoon in fiery anger at my mother who never sought justice for us, she just faked cancer throughout the rest of our broken childhood. This concludes my pity post.