As you grow old, you realize that there are different accomplishments for specific moments in your life. When you turn 18, you can buy your first lottery ticket, first drink at 21, graduating high school then college, getting married, having children. Then, having the total love and support from both of your parents. No one prepares you for when the vision changes. At any moment, an unexpected turn of events could erase that vision for good and you have to redefine the way you live. That situation happened when I was 11 years old when my father passed away from brain cancer. My relationship with my father was the best memory I can take from my childhood. He was my best friend and we did everything together. I used to have this big treasure
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I was only 4 years old so I was too young to understand why he never went to work or why he could not drive. I never understood why we spent so many long hours in the car to drive to hospitals in Maryland or why I wasn’t allowed to listen to their conversations. I used to hate getting pulled out of class and no one would explain to me what was going on. My mother tells me now that it was because I wouldn’t have understood and she thought I wouldn’t handle the news that eventually the cancer would take him away from us.
When the cancer grew worse, things in my house became chaotic. As the cancer grew, he could not find his words and struggled with his balance. After that, he began to lose his memory and lost his ability of the right side of his body which resulted in him in a wheelchair. The seizures got worse and he no longer could walk me to school or have him help with my homework. Eventually we had hospice come and they brought in a bed that looked like it belonged in a hospital. Conversations became minimal and at the time I did not fully anticipate the death of my …show more content…
He was such a good man with a pure heart, he really did not deserve what happened to him but it did and I just have to face that reality. Now that I am older and wiser, I understand that I will never have the chance to have my father walk his little girl down the aisle on her. I am now 18 years old and I still do not think I have fully came to terms with my father’s death. I feel like there is so much more I needed to stay but I was too young to spit the words out. If I could go back in time just to hear his voice once more, I
I was only 4 years old so I was too young to understand why he never went to work or why he could not drive. I never understood why we spent so many long hours in the car to drive to hospitals in Maryland or why I wasn’t allowed to listen to their conversations. I used to hate getting pulled out of class and no one would explain to me what was going on. My mother tells me now that it was because I wouldn’t have understood and she thought I wouldn’t handle the news that eventually the cancer would take him away from us.
When the cancer grew worse, things in my house became chaotic. As the cancer grew, he could not find his words and struggled with his balance. After that, he began to lose his memory and lost his ability of the right side of his body which resulted in him in a wheelchair. The seizures got worse and he no longer could walk me to school or have him help with my homework. Eventually we had hospice come and they brought in a bed that looked like it belonged in a hospital. Conversations became minimal and at the time I did not fully anticipate the death of my …show more content…
He was such a good man with a pure heart, he really did not deserve what happened to him but it did and I just have to face that reality. Now that I am older and wiser, I understand that I will never have the chance to have my father walk his little girl down the aisle on her. I am now 18 years old and I still do not think I have fully came to terms with my father’s death. I feel like there is so much more I needed to stay but I was too young to spit the words out. If I could go back in time just to hear his voice once more, I