Just when I thought everything was going well in my life, I received a phone call that my father was being rushed to the hospital. This was a tremendous tragedy not for only me, but my family as well. His death an empty part in my heart that seems to never be filled. The feeling when losing a parent can be painful, because of the emotional grief it causes. For a long time I have tried to cope with my father’s death and get some closure. But this has left me with a painful emotional experience that no human being should ever have to be faced with. February 26, 2010 was the day everything went wrong.
On my way up to the hospital the only thing that I could think of was “Is my father ok? ” Am I going to be able to take him home? ” I was sitting in the lobby waiting for the doctor to come out and tell me that everything was ok. When the doctor came out she said, “the parents of my father could go see him”. I couldn’t go back to see him. ”, because I wasn’t old enough. However, once my grandparents walked back there to go see him I knew that my father was ok, because I didn’t think they would let you go view a body of a deceased person without telling you ahead of time.
As I wait patiently for my grandparents to come out of the room. I got very nervous; they were taking a long time. Not knowing all along that I wasn’t going to be able to see him again. Finally, as my grandparents came out of the room they looked at me and my grandfather told me that “he didn’t make it. ” I was very heart broken, because the bond we shared felt untouchable. The only things I have left of my father are memories. One memory we shared together was the holidays. This meant a lot to me, because holidays are when you need your family the most.
Another memory we shared together was that every time I got sick, he was there to take me to every doctor’s appointment. This meant so much; because he was my protector and provider I could always count on him. Knowing that my father was not present to see me go off to prom or see me walk across the stage on graduation day left me feeling disappointed as a teen. There are so many things we missed doing together. Those were the most important events of my senior year of high school not having him there left me with a lot of disappointment.
To some people that wouldn’t be a big deal, but to me it was always the little things that matter the most. I will always remember the day my father passed away. The hardest part was the circumstances under which I lost my father. The death of my father has been difficult to deal with. This tragedy made me appreciate life more, and also made me a stronger person. I learned to not take things in life for granted, and always put my family first. However, I am still working through the events from the day that everything went wrong.