fear of loneliness
Don’t get me wrong, there are some things that I enjoy being left alone with. Like eating, watching tv, studying, etc. But the past week I’ve been thinking about my dad again. Probably due to the fact that I’m skipping out on my medications. The night before my dad passed away, my mom and I decided to stay with him for the night. It was a change for me since I was the one staying overnight watching over my dad, leaning my head against his hospital bed, holding his hand, asking him to pull through. Through the three week ordeal, my dad never gained consciousness except for a small amount of time in which he was able to speak. His words were, “Brian, it hurts so much. It hurts. I want to go home.”
The next morning my mom and I left the hospital to go home and open the store. I fall back asleep right when I get home.
Four hours later. My dad passes away.
I can’t fathom the fact that my dad was alone when he left us. Four hours separated us.
