R.I.P. Patrick Carrington July 24,1959-April 28,2010

SO yesterday had to be the worst day ever. I got up and went to water class came home took a nap and then got the call every person dreads...My stepdad who really was more like a second father to me, Died. It was sudden and no one seems to really know what happened. As far as I can gather Patrick was in his room and my little sister went in to ask him something and started screaming. My mother ran in to see what was wrong and had my sister call 911. Pat was purple. My mother started CPR on him and the parametics showed up five minutes later. They worked on him for 35 minutes and finally called him dead. They took him to the hospital where they gave my mother the news that he did not make it. She lost it at the hospital but pulled herself together enough to call my little brother to tell him she would not be going to his wedding in three weeks because of what happened. He called me and at first I thought he was lying. So I hung up on him and called my mother to find out if it was true and she said yes. I lost it. I never thought in a million years that I would have to experience the loss of a parent at this age. I thought we wouldnt have to deal with this for at least another 30 years. I just can't believe he is really gone. I cryed for ever. I finally fell asleep at 2:30 this morning. Im still not sure what caused him to die yet. Hopefully we find something out from the correner today.

Let me tell you a little bit about Patrick Carrington. He is a father to 12 children although not all bialogical we all thought of him that way and he did us to. He was a man who has over come alot in his life time and has come out the other side a better stronger man. He has a passion for Photography, yes this is where I get my passion from, and has recently finished collage and has started a business where he helps teens and young adult over come the addiction to drugs and achole and help them live long productive lives. He shows them that they can overcome this and really do something great with their lives. He also loves pit bulls. He has three at home and had bread and sold many many more. He believes as I do that they are a product of their enviroment. They are not dangerous unless you make them that way. He also loved hunting and working on his 1965 Ford truck. I love that truck by the way, and has also been working on building a new car with my brother. He is hard on his children because he wants them to succeed in life. He is also a grandfather to 10 beautiful grandchildren who he loved very much. He was an inspiration to anyone who knew him and told everyone that THERE IS NOTHING YOU CANT OVERCOME IF YOU TRULY WANT IT.

I know that he is up in heaven now looking down on all of us and waiting until the time that he can be with us again. He will be missed and loved. I personally don't want to have to go through this again for a very very very long time. It was hard enough when I lost my grandfather but I at least then we knew it was coming. This time we had no clue. I guess when heavely father calls you home you go. There is no fighting it. I know that it was his time to be in heaven but in some ways it doesn't make it better. I love you Pat.