My Dad's Goodnight
Saturday morning I woke up to my mother hysterical saying that we have to go to Charleston because my dad was about to die. My mother had us put on nice cloths in case it was the end. I thought it was a dream because I had only gotten 2 hours of sleep. I remember me, Scott and Brett standing in the dawn with the headlights beaming on us. The sky was still a dark navy blue. The sprinkers that came on every morning at 6 a.m. created a mist in the air. My mother turned on the radio to take out the silence and on the radio played the old Beatles song that told us that "Life goes on, everyday." We prayed the whole way up and got to the hospital to find that we had to wait to see my dad. We sat in a room with uncle mike and prayed just a much as on the trip up. I felt like it was a story from e.r. and I was living it. I was so tired that I felt high. We then went in to see my dad. Walking into the room and the smell and seeing my father with tubes all hooked up to him was the bullet that shattered my heart and made me begin to cry. We prayed everyday and never lost hope of his health increasing. We planned that mon. morning we would go to get a Sister Hazel cd that both my parents were fond of. But the news came on the third day there. We knew that he would never be the same but we still wanted him there, and the doctors said that they had the choice and their choice was to turn off the machines. I don't cry much any more . I guess it's because I know that it won't end the dream that began Saturday morning. It still hurts so much though. I had my private moments with dad. I told him that I wasn't ready to be strong. The last thing I told him before he left for Charleston was that I loved him. We had hugged and he told me the same. We both cried because we were both afraid. I said I would see him in a month. We had the doctors show us the test so we would truely believe that it was time. They showed some test and my family left while I talked with my dad. Some more doctors came in thinking no one was in the room. They did more test which made me cry. We prayed several times had the doctors do their thing and we waited with our father till he was cold. I said goodnight to my dad and we left the room a final time. I remember that room to well, the machines, the tubes, the numbers we watched hoping to God that they would rise. I hope my dad's sleeping good.
