When you lose a parent your whole world changes.Its like a part of your heart breaks off when that person goes.I lost my dad in 2011 and I felt like my world was coming to an end.He had been very sick since he returned from a trip in Nigeria.When he became sick, it just seemed like he started to lose Faith.He lost faith in himself and most importantly God.My dad stopped attending church and he was forced to stop working. He just wasn’t himself any more.
The man I knew that didn’t give up was on the road to giving up.No matter what I was always there for him I would attend all his doctor appointments with him.It was days I missed school to just go with him.But he still just wasn’t himself He was slowly giving up.It would be days I would come home from school and see him sitting in his chair just wasting away it got so bad for me to see, I would go to the track, Cry, and run off the pain I felt for him.I was losing myself in away too.
It was time for me to get away and that I meant time to go on my class trip I felt so relieved I left all my worries behind me.I didn’t really call home much because I didn’t want to worry about anything at home while I was away.By the time I knew it I had to return home.The night I came back my sisters picked me up I was shocked because one of my sisters lived in New York and was out here I didn’t know what I was in store for.But they took me to get something to eat and told me they had to tell me something.My heart dropped I tried to think positive but I was expecting the worst.
The Words ” Dad Is” came out my sister’a mouth is my heart got sunk deeper down.She said “Dad is in the hospital he went into cardiac arrest “.I couldn’t stop crying I cried the whole way home and all I could think about was if something happened to him it would be my fault because I wasn’t there and
I didn’t even call.I blamed myself for him being there. I wasn’t the same I couldn’t go see him but I would hear he was doing better.It wasn’t fair I couldn’t see him.I finally did get to see him but he wasn’t awake the doctor said he had fell asleep.Then when I got to see him again I just knew that was the last time I felt it in my heart.A week later me and brother were picked up from school early and our Aunt told us on the way home My dad had passed early that morning.I looked at my brother he was silent and I just froze.I got home and ran upstairs slammed my door cried,yelled,& blamed myself for h being gone.The next day I went to school thinking I could hold it together I cried the whole day I had to go home early.
I wrote all I could do was write because the way I felt I just couldn’t speak on it.My dad was really gone and I couldn’t believe it.He had been in my life since birth and now he was gone.I felt hurt because I was going to prom and graduating the week after and he wasn’t gonna be there.I was more than hurt I was disappointed in him but I shouldn’t have felt like that.
A few months after my mom went Into the hospital because she wasn't feeling well.To find out she had Lymphoma Cancer and had to get surgery immediately.The look on her face was unbearable she took me in the bathroom and told me she didn't think she could do it.And we prayed and I told her to do it for us Mom "Do it for your kids".My sister signed the papers and my mom got surgery.
Each week it was something different she had to get done.She couldn't eat, talk, or walk.She had to start all over.It was me and my siblings job to get her back on her feet.She wasn't progressing and we were told she might never be the same.Week after week we would come visit her,walk with her, and talk with her we were determined to get her back up and moving.It was a long process but she pulled through by the grace of God and by the time we knew it she was home.Of course she couldn't go back to work immediately but she was gonna get back to it sooner than later.
After almost losing her life she has taken her health more serious.Still today she lives with Lymphoma Cancer and is fight the battle of it everyday.