September 8th 2014:
The day started early for my aunt and I, she was down visiting for vacation and we both got up early to see the sunrise. We got there just as some light was peeking up over the horizon. We stayed this the sun fully rose up above the horizon. The sunrise was stunning. When we got back to the house I remember taking a small nap before going into work at noon.
My aunts plain took off at noon so my sister and mother took her to the airport. My aunt forgot her tablet at the house so my mom had to run back to the house to get it, but by the time she got back to the airport my aunt had missed her flight. My mom was on the way to go calm my aunt down because she was having an anxiety attack. On her way to calm her down, she got a call from the hospital. The nurse told my mom that dad was in icu and that they were doing chest compression's on him for about twenty minuets and that he might not make it. My mom told them to call her as soon as they knew anything else.
It was a little after one when I got the call at work. I just started crying. My mom and she was on her way to get me and that we were going to go down and see him. I immediately told my boss, she was so nice about it. It seemed like forever went by before my mother came and got me from work. My aunt was with them when they came to pick me up. She decided to stay for a couple more days. When I got my things my mom told me that I needed to sit down. When I sat down she went to her knees and shock her head and said that he didn't make it. I lost it. I started balling and I couldn't stop. My aunt gave me a big hug and cried with me. I wasn't ready to loss him.
On the way down to see him I texted my boyfriend to meet me down there and he did. I was so glad that he was able to meet me down there. If he didn't quit is job the day before he would have been at work when I texted him.
When we got to the hospital to was surreal. I didn't know if I wanted to go in and see him. I was so scared. When I did go in, he had a sheet over his body, you couldn't see him. We waited until the examiner came to pick up the body, then watched as they rolled him away.
When we left, we all decided to go out to diner. My boyfriend was nice enough to pay for dinner. We went to one of my dads favorite restaurants in honor of his passing.
My dad had been suffering for almost eleven months. Which means he was in the hospital for almost a year. I don't even remember the last time we all had a meal together. He's not going to be able to walk me or my sister down the isle at our weddings, if we ever get married. He's not going to see any of his grand-kids, again, if we have any. I'm only 21 and I have the rest of my life ahead of me, and my father won't be around to see the rest of it.