Volks wagon hell

This is a fairly interesting story of a vehicle(one of many) that my dad has destroyed along the way. It was one of those old style Volkswagen bus vans. You know the 70s hippie vans.

Anyway he was on one of those benders of drinking and drugs. At some point driving extremely drunk he passed out at the wheel and goes off the road and crashes into a tree on the back roads in medina. And when I say crash he really crashes into this tree. I mean if you would have seen this van you would be wondering yourself how In the world did he live? The entire passenger side was crumbled.

I remember us kids got woke up in the middle of the night and taken to the neighbors house. I don’t think I really knew exactly what was going on at the time,my mom was just frantic. When she was frantic you moved your butt, fast. You could just sense in her energy something was terrible wrong.

Believe it or not he actual walked away from that crash. He had went to the hospital got patched up and then was taken to a alcohol rehabilitation place. He was not even in the rehab place 24hrs and walked out. In fact all banged up he walked from somewhere in akron to where we lived in medina. Which is not a short walk at all. When he made it home my mom was not a happy camper. Like usual lots of yelling and fighting. That kind of stuff was never hidden from us. 

But you know somewhere in there she really loved him, you could tell. I also believe he really loved her too. Like best friends. She changed all the bandages he had and would help him shower for weeks. She took care of him like she always did. Any time he created one of these God awful messes she was always there to help clean them up. I would say that even holds true after he ended up finally leaving her for another man.(Will talk about that later)

The image of that smashed van is stuck in my head forever. At some point someone thought it was a great idea to drag it home to our house to use parts off it, to stick in another VB bus. There it sat right in the front yard on display like a high school “dont drink and drive” prom night campaign. It was so embarrassing.  Every day to go wait for the bus we would walk passed it. Get on the bus and get all kind of questions as well. At 6 years old I was like “yeah my dad got drunk and hit a tree”. It just seemed to be the normal. But thinking about it now there is something just so not normal about it. Not necessary someone’s dad getting drunk and hitting a tree. But to be that young and already be so jaded about what was really going. 

Thanks for reading. Until next time. 


One thought on “Volks wagon hell

  1. Aunt Kathy says:

    Glad you are keeping up this journal, John. I think it is cathartic, and will help you to move on into your own future. Keep up the good work! Love ya. ❤


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