So this happened back in 1994. I recently started using Reddit more and thought I would post this here.
I should start this by saying my uncle lived very close to my family, so I saw him a lot, and he liked me a lot, but he was really jealous of my dad, so they were usually fighting.
Anyway, this one time when I was 6-7 years old my dad wasn’t home, my uncle knew my dad wasn’t very proud of me at the time, so he took me to a place I really liked in near the city (a desert-like place that wasn’t as crowded as the city) to cheer me up. My uncle teached me stuff on how to be manlier like my dad, and how to make him proud of me.
After a while my uncle said he had work stuff and had to work. This place was really safe and a friend of my dad worked nearby, so I didn’t mine staying alone.
I stayed there for a few hours,and it got pretty boring, until at one point I heard some weird noises. I thought it was nothing, but apparently it was a huge herd, and it was coming towards me. My dad’s friend and my uncle that heard about it immediately told my dad, but in the time it took him to arrive I was already being stomped by the herd and was in real danger.
When my dad came, him, his friend and my uncle were all trying to save me. I’m not sure where exactly my dad’s friend and my uncle were, but my dad was so scared, he just went through the running herd and tried saving me. My dad was fighting the animals, but eventually, after a lot of injuries, he managed to get me to a safe spot, but he had to get out himself.
I forgot to mention this, but the herd was running inside a gorge, my dad put me in a high spot there so i’d be safe, but it didn’t have any room for him so he had to get out in some other way. He started trying climbing the gorge, but he was tired and injured and it was very hard to climb.
While my dad was climbing, my uncle tried to find a way to help him, and my dad’s friend was calling for help. I saw my dad almost reached to the top, and my uncle was there, but unfortunately my dad somehow fell right before getting out.(there was a rock hiding the area he was climbing on from where I was)
After the herd left, I immediately tried to find my dad, but when I reached him, I saw he was already dead. My uncle approached, and told me it was my fault, and that if I wouldn’t have been there, my dad was alive right now. I was sure he was correct, and that I killed my father.
This happened 25 years ago, and I haven’t talked to my uncle or any my family since then. I moved to another town and lived there for my whole life.
Am I the asshole?