Rebuilding a Carr
I graduated in ‘86 went to school in Charlotte NC for Paint and Body...after that I met my first wife and married. Had my first and only child a daughter at 24!
Her mom and I divorced when she was 3...I remarried to wonderful woman who 3 boys from her first marriage. I worked in the body shop industry for over 15 years until I decided I wanted to be an entertainer.
I embarked on my career as an Tim McGraw Impersonator...I’ve worked all over for a company called Legends in Concert...Showstoppers Live in AZ...Memories Theatre in Pigeon Forge TN and numerous others theaters, fairs and festivals.
After being in the “Biz” for over 15 years I was getting tired of missing birthdays, holidays, anniversaries and phone calls asking when am I coming home!
So I stopped making it a full time job and became an insurance adjuster.
1 year and 7 months ago in June of 2016...
My daughter was killed by a drunk driver 4 days before her 24th birthday. All of her future taken by a woman who should have been locked up years ago, but good ole South Carolina DD laws kept that from happening. It took her killing my daughter for her to finally get prison time. I’m not one of these people who have gotten on an anti drinking campaign because of what happened to my daughter. I still believe we live in a free country to choose how we live, because at the the end of the day it wasn’t the alcohol that took my daughter...it was the reckless decision made by a woman who should have been on the road to begin with.
My daughter Lacee was my world and she was so much like me it was heartbreaking to say the least. She had my sick sense of humor and was loved by all who met her. I will never see her married, walk her down the isle, dance with her at her wedding, have children or grow into the woman she was becoming. All because someone was careless and didn’t care about my daughters life or her own for that matter.
There is so much “Guilt and Anger” inside of me from being gone all those years, even though sometimes she and my wife would travel with me, that it eats at me everyday to the point I want to eat a bullet as well! I tried Zoloft for a few months afterwards because I would find myself sitting at my desk just staring at the computer screen trying to figure out how I was going to make it through another day.
After a while the side effects from the Zoloft where just about as bad without it, so I stopped taking it.
So I did the best thing I thought would help with my depression...I bought a Mopar!
I had a 68 notchback as my first car at 15 in 83 and I kept it until around 2004. I sold it because with the traveling I didn’t have time to restore it.
So I found this forum and started looking again for another Notchback! I found a 69 with a 67 front...drove to Florida last February and brought it home.
This forum has been a world of knowledge along with talking to some great people!
Between my 8 grandkids, my wife and my 1969 Frankenstein Mistress...I’ve managed to keep going somehow!!!
My wife thinks that car is the best therapy, even though she says it cost more than a therapist...lol! I told her at least when I’m finished I’ll have something to show for it besides a sore *** from sitting and talking to someone!!!
Thanks for sharing your story and allowing me to share my grief as well!
I graduated in ‘86 went to school in Charlotte NC for Paint and Body...after that I met my first wife and married. Had my first and only child a daughter at 24!
Her mom and I divorced when she was 3...I remarried to wonderful woman who 3 boys from her first marriage. I worked in the body shop industry for over 15 years until I decided I wanted to be an entertainer.
I embarked on my career as an Tim McGraw Impersonator...I’ve worked all over for a company called Legends in Concert...Showstoppers Live in AZ...Memories Theatre in Pigeon Forge TN and numerous others theaters, fairs and festivals.
After being in the “Biz” for over 15 years I was getting tired of missing birthdays, holidays, anniversaries and phone calls asking when am I coming home!
So I stopped making it a full time job and became an insurance adjuster.
1 year and 7 months ago in June of 2016...
My daughter was killed by a drunk driver 4 days before her 24th birthday. All of her future taken by a woman who should have been locked up years ago, but good ole South Carolina DD laws kept that from happening. It took her killing my daughter for her to finally get prison time. I’m not one of these people who have gotten on an anti drinking campaign because of what happened to my daughter. I still believe we live in a free country to choose how we live, because at the the end of the day it wasn’t the alcohol that took my daughter...it was the reckless decision made by a woman who should have been on the road to begin with.
My daughter Lacee was my world and she was so much like me it was heartbreaking to say the least. She had my sick sense of humor and was loved by all who met her. I will never see her married, walk her down the isle, dance with her at her wedding, have children or grow into the woman she was becoming. All because someone was careless and didn’t care about my daughters life or her own for that matter.
There is so much “Guilt and Anger” inside of me from being gone all those years, even though sometimes she and my wife would travel with me, that it eats at me everyday to the point I want to eat a bullet as well! I tried Zoloft for a few months afterwards because I would find myself sitting at my desk just staring at the computer screen trying to figure out how I was going to make it through another day.
After a while the side effects from the Zoloft where just about as bad without it, so I stopped taking it.
So I did the best thing I thought would help with my depression...I bought a Mopar!
I had a 68 notchback as my first car at 15 in 83 and I kept it until around 2004. I sold it because with the traveling I didn’t have time to restore it.
So I found this forum and started looking again for another Notchback! I found a 69 with a 67 front...drove to Florida last February and brought it home.
This forum has been a world of knowledge along with talking to some great people!
Between my 8 grandkids, my wife and my 1969 Frankenstein Mistress...I’ve managed to keep going somehow!!!
My wife thinks that car is the best therapy, even though she says it cost more than a therapist...lol! I told her at least when I’m finished I’ll have something to show for it besides a sore *** from sitting and talking to someone!!!
Thanks for sharing your story and allowing me to share my grief as well!