Never Let a Moment Pass
We live our lives being told what to do and when and where to be, we are molded from day one by our parents. Many of us spent half of our childhood thinking of the day we would be free from their grasp. As the middle child of seven that day could not come soon enough. All the while not realizing that the man who raised me even in his mistakes wouldn’t always be there, he wouldn’t always remain the same. I took his health, and life for granted always believing that he would always be right there whenever I turned. It took one moment for all of my world to be turned upside down. Making me realize that we should never let a moment pass when we can show a loved one they are appreciated and that we care.
Growing up the middle …show more content…
My phone rang the caller ID was my manager, I picked up the phone thinking I was being called in to cover a shift, Lydia’s was shaky but calm “Your step mother called your dad has had a stroke he is in the hospital. Don’t worry take all the time you need I will have your shift covered.” My heart stopped beating and I began to shake as tears silently began to fall. I jumped in my car and raced to the hospital. When I arrived my brothers and sisters were all crammed into the tiny emergency room waiting room of Beaufort County Hospital. I was so frightened my feet felt like 100 pound weights as we moved up to the room where they were holding him. As I stepped into the dimly lit room I became consumed with fear and denial and collapsed into a chair. Afraid to move any closer to the bed where the man I knew that was so strong lay motionless and unable to speak at just 42 years old. My family urged me closer but all I could do was cry and shake my head no. They asked my dad what he wanted did he want his wife, did he want my little sisters, and should we have my grandparents up there. Helen asked my father did he want me…and he squeezed her hand. The one and only response that he gave during that time. I then willed myself to my feet to stand by his bedside and hold his hand in silence. He was transported to Pitt and subsequently fell into a 3 week coma, due to a bleeding stoke. As blood pressed on his brain he remained unresponsive. I lived every day for him. Every day I was at his side, talking to him, crying begging for him to stick around for my unborn child, vowing that when he woke up I would take every chance that I could to show him how much I appreciate him and love him. His recovery was long and every moment that I had was spent by sleepovers at the hospital, being his own personal
We live our lives being told what to do and when and where to be, we are molded from day one by our parents. Many of us spent half of our childhood thinking of the day we would be free from their grasp. As the middle child of seven that day could not come soon enough. All the while not realizing that the man who raised me even in his mistakes wouldn’t always be there, he wouldn’t always remain the same. I took his health, and life for granted always believing that he would always be right there whenever I turned. It took one moment for all of my world to be turned upside down. Making me realize that we should never let a moment pass when we can show a loved one they are appreciated and that we care.
Growing up the middle …show more content…
My phone rang the caller ID was my manager, I picked up the phone thinking I was being called in to cover a shift, Lydia’s was shaky but calm “Your step mother called your dad has had a stroke he is in the hospital. Don’t worry take all the time you need I will have your shift covered.” My heart stopped beating and I began to shake as tears silently began to fall. I jumped in my car and raced to the hospital. When I arrived my brothers and sisters were all crammed into the tiny emergency room waiting room of Beaufort County Hospital. I was so frightened my feet felt like 100 pound weights as we moved up to the room where they were holding him. As I stepped into the dimly lit room I became consumed with fear and denial and collapsed into a chair. Afraid to move any closer to the bed where the man I knew that was so strong lay motionless and unable to speak at just 42 years old. My family urged me closer but all I could do was cry and shake my head no. They asked my dad what he wanted did he want his wife, did he want my little sisters, and should we have my grandparents up there. Helen asked my father did he want me…and he squeezed her hand. The one and only response that he gave during that time. I then willed myself to my feet to stand by his bedside and hold his hand in silence. He was transported to Pitt and subsequently fell into a 3 week coma, due to a bleeding stoke. As blood pressed on his brain he remained unresponsive. I lived every day for him. Every day I was at his side, talking to him, crying begging for him to stick around for my unborn child, vowing that when he woke up I would take every chance that I could to show him how much I appreciate him and love him. His recovery was long and every moment that I had was spent by sleepovers at the hospital, being his own personal