I just realized that I had not actually posted what happened here on my blog so here it goes.

I was supposed to go to the race at Talladega with my father on October 31, 2010. I flew to Tupelo MS on October 26th and met up with my stepmom Cindy there and we drove back to their house. When we got back to the house my dad was there waiting for me with open arms and he gave me one of the best hugs I’ve ever had. I was so excited to see him because I had not seen him in about 2 years.

That night we talked for awhile and he told me that he had hung out with his dad in Alabama for a week a few years ago and he had such a good time and he did not have to worry or stress about anything and he wanted me to have that kind of trip while I was there. I was so excited because he told me within the next couple of days he would show me around everywhere. He went to bed at 7:30 every night he had to work because he had to be up at 3:30 the next day. When he went to bed he told me that he loved me and gave me a huge hug. I stayed up really late and ended up being awake watching Sons of Anarchy when he went to work. He gave me a hug before he left and he smelled really good and it was his aftershave.

I hung around the house all day waiting for him to come home. He finally got home and he was making biscuits and gravy for dinner. He had asked me before I even came down there if I liked them or not and of course it is one of my favorite foods. He was so proud of himself for making the biscuits and gravy without measuring anything and he really did do a good job. I asked him if he wanted to watch Talladega nights during dinner, but it was already almost 7:00 so we decided to wait until the next day. I gave him a big hug before he went to bed and told him that I loved him.

I was half awake when I heard him leave for work (Thursday morning) and heard him wake up the roosters as I fell asleep. A couple of hours later my stepmom came knocking frantically on my door saying that my dad had passed out at the wheel of the garbage truck that he was driving for Waste Management. We figured he had not had enough to eat and his blood sugar was low or something along those lines. We joked on the 45 minute drive to the hospital about my dad telling the ambulance driver to pull over so he could get some Chinese food or have a cigarette.

We finally get to this hospital and the Waste Management people were there waiting to hear how he was. No one would tell us anything and I’m thinking to myself wow this must be kind of serious I wonder if he had a stroke and I wonder if he is going to be sick or something? Finally the doctor took us into the waiting room, turned off the television and delivered the news. He said “When we arrived at the scene Mr. Moore had no pulse and the paramedics tried to revive him all the way to the hospital and once he got here we tried everything we could but could not save him.” I was in total and unbelievable shock at this point and just kept yelling NO because I just could not believe that they were saying that my dad was gone.