Here I lay another night in the hospital with my dad. I know that I dont have much longer with my dad as he is slowly losing his health. There’s nothing worse in this world than watching someone you love so much slowly slip away and not being able to do a thing about it. Nothing prepared me for these days when my dad told the doctors that he didn’t want to suffer in the hospital anymore and wanted to go home after therapy, it pretty much sums it up. These final days of the decision and all the thought out into these final days is a task one is never prepared for.These final days with him is spent wondering if today is the day”. It is difficult sleeping each night wondering if when I wake up, my dad will be gone. The sound of the oxygen tank will cause many sleepless nights for me. I sit by his side and watch him sleep- the outer shell of the dad I once knew. Barely breathing, eating, or even talking. Just moans of pain and grasping for air- sometimes turning blue, causing sheer panic for my mom and I. I don’t wish that experience on anyone. I keep praying for a miracle, hoping that the dad I once knew would come back- even for just 1 day. The dad that would talk endlessly for hours, drink his coffee and grunt que bueno este cafe con canella and crack himself up with his corny jokes. I plead with everyone of you that still have your parents; please be thankful for each and every day that you have them, respect them charish them, you only have them for just a blink of an eye. Im still praying for a miracle, and as I ask for a miracle, my dad asked me if I could untangle him from the blankets, and to please take all the wires wrapped from around him. What I would do to bate another fishing pole for him, just to see him have another great day of fishing. I love you Dad
Posted on: Wed, 28 May 2014 05:29:03 +0000
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