This ones for sixpenceee
My dad passed away in October of 2011. And I was a total daddies girl. Not even five months later I found out I was pregnant with my son. My now ex whom I had been with for over 5 1/2 years decided he wanted nothing to do with us, so he left. So not only did my dad pass away, a long term relationship died. And I couldn’t even mourn, because I was pregnant, and I was terrified about a miscarriage due to stress. So I numbed myself.
ANYWAY, so I was roughly 5-6 months pregnant and I had my steel toe boots on to bring out the garbage (they’re my comfy old work boots) and I was going down the flight of steep steps at my old apartment. The lip of my boot caught the step and I started falling forward. I should have fallen forward, landed on my stomach, possibly killed the baby, and break my neck and die because of how steep these stairs were. But just as I saw the steps coming I felt a hand grab my left shoulder and yank me back so hard I ended up having bruises, and instead of falling forward, my left wrist bared all the weight and I slid down the steps on my back. I bruised the bone on my wrist, shoulder and tailbone but that’s it.
To this day I swear it was my dad that pulled me back.
Another fun fact, my son looks IDENTICAL to my dad. He was born 2 months and 1 day after the 1 year anniversary of my dads death.
Attached is pictures of me and my almost 2 year old son Trystan :)