Daddy had always said that you were born lonely and you die lonely and you spend the in between trying to find someone to help you combat that loneliness. I never understood what he meant until the day he was murdered.
He had been working alone on a custody battle, finding information to help his client gain custody of her children when he had entered the office. The police said daddy put up a good fight but the man was young and daddy didn't stand a chance.
He died from blunt force trauma to the head with a baseball bat. They say he didn't suffer but my daddy was a fighter and I knew he would have fought till the end.
The day of the funeral was busy.
Daddy was an esteemed lawyer in our state so there were many guests giving me their condolences.
I didn't need their condolences; I just needed my daddy back.
After the funeral Mum wanted me to move back to Hawaii with her and her husband but I couldn't leave the place where I had lived with daddy and I didn't have to because I was legally an adult.
I found out that night that couldn't physically go back into the house where I had spent my childhood so I had a company come and empty my room into boxes and sell the rest of the furniture in the house. I sold the house and added that to the amount that daddy had left me.
For a lawyer so prominent, he was in debt so I ended up selling just less than half of his company to his second in command who became a partner at the firm. I knew that I would never become a lawyer but I needed to have some part of daddy still with me.
With the house all settled and with a job waiting for me, I drove across the country until I reached the great New York.
I knew that once I was there, life as I knew it would cease to exist and I would be thrust into a brighter, busier world where every waking moment was filled with human interaction.
I sighed and turned the music up to stop wandering mind as I drove towards my destination.