It really sometimes seems like yesterday that I was called to the office the first day of my sophomore year to hear that my mom was coming to get me, no explanation. My mom and Grandma picked me up drove us silently home to a house filled with family. They then gave me the news my Dad had died. It all still seems like a dream, or nightmare, but it is what it is. I could go into all the details of his death, which are very complicated, confusing and troubling. I won't go there anymore, when people ask what happened, since he passed away at the early age of 36, I usually now answer car accident, and hope there are no more questions. It was such a terrible, terrible time that has haunted me and always will. I love my Dad tremendously, and I miss him tremendously. He was every one's friend and hero, I was his "Buddy", that was his nick name for me. He was loved by so many. RIP Paul Drake Zanzucchi, 9-4-1984
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