My dad died right in front of me 10 seconds after dropping me off at school.

Quick back story: <br><br>My dad was in a very bad car wreck when he was about 13. (strangely driven by a kid named John, oh look what my dad’s name is).<br><br>Not only did this wreck take his brother and sister, it left my dad with significant brain damage. He had a hard time speaking (he could do it, but only just) and remembering things.<br><br>He always told me his biggest regret was that he couldn’t speak properly. He had so much to say, but it was impossible for him to get it out. <br><br>Then, one day, I was about 14.<br><br>I hopped in the car to ride with my dad to school. He was a little grumpy, and he never said a word to me. (not uncommon)<br><br>It was a quick drive, just a few minutes. When we got there, he mumbled to me, “I, uh, I, uh, lo-” and then just stopped. I don’t know why I did it, but I just looked at him and said, “love you too, dad.” <br><br>He smiled, and I got out of the car. Within 10 seconds of him pulling away, another car ran a red light and slammed right into his. I watched as my father was thrown from the car (he hated wearing his seatbelt) and landed on his head on the ground, right in front of everyone.<br><br>I can’t tell you how many people tried to save him, but he passed away in the hospital a few hours later.<br><br>I know that this isn’t a weird story, but it seems so strange that I was able to thank him and that he did have a chance to say at least a part of it.<br><br>Edit: Wow! This blew up. Thank you, kind stranger, for the gold :)