The Day Of Death(Based on a real event that happened in my life)

My Dad's Life

"I am nothing special, of this I am sure. I am a common man with common thoughts and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I've loved another with all my heart and soul and to me, this has always been enough."

― Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook

My dad's name was Davey Lee Spivey Jr. His family and friends called him Dave, so if he and his dad, Davey Lee Spivey Senior, don't get confused on whom someone is calling. When I was born my dad had gave me two nicknames, Uboo and Tori, but he stopped calling me Uboo. He started calling me Uboo again on my 11th birthday, but stopped the day after. Throughout his life, he had mainly called me Tori.

My dad was a risk taker, loving person, rebel, and hard working. My mom said, "He was funny and very intelligent." She used to tell me that my dad was a bad boy kind of guy. My dad had wavy, jet black hair and a beard. After High school he served in the Persian Gulf War in Germany. He told me that he didn't fight in combat; he just stayed at base to watch out for enemies. He was honorable discharged in 1992. When he came back from the Army, he never thought about College, so he never went.

My dad wasn't there for ten years of my older sister's life. But when I was born he was there for me until I was twelve. He was there for me every step of the way. With any problem I had, I would go to him. My reason why I would go him instead of my mom was because I was a daddy's girl. Since he knew me, he knew what my face would look like when was I am angry, sad, or frustrated about something. My dad loved his family so much that he would go away for business just to have food on the table and everything else we needed.

He had such a temper that when he was angry about something he would punch holes in the wall. We still have those holes to this day. Sometimes he would get angry at my mom and they would start fighting verbally about their issues they are having. My mom said "We have thought about getting a divorce." She also said "The worst times were when we fought." One day in the year 2009 or 2010 he told me that he and mom might split up for a little bit. I asked why and all he said was, "I have hurt your mother." Then after that he asked me if I wanted to live with him, I told him that I would think about it, but I never answered him before he died.

He was a loving man to everyone. When I was a baby he would sing a song by Edie Brickell and New Bohemians to me. My mom told me, "The thing about your dad that made me smile was when he use to sing to me." She also told me that the songs that he sang to her were random songs. My dad loved music, especially rock music, maybe that's where I get my love for music from.