Personal Writing: My Father's Death

There’s No Returning My father’s death caused sorrow and anger all in one. Losing someone is the worst thing that could ever happen, because you’ll no longer see them on this earth. Everything that I do is all for him. He always motivated me in many ways. The day I found out he had cancer my heart sunk. He was everything to me, and it is like I took right after him. I have his personality, kindness, goofiness, and everything else all in one. My father was one of those men who really did not like going to see a doctor. Some nights he would lay down and when he did he would have this strange dry cough. My mother would get on to him about getting to a doctor, but he was hard headed pretty much. He finally listened to my mother and went. He …show more content…
Although he was battling with a sickness he never let how he felt showed. He had some good days and some bad ones, but he never complained. He always kept a high spirit and would always be smiling. I could always know when he would be in pain by the fullness of his eyes and face. After while it started to get worse. The chemo and radiation would have his body aching with pain. He would have numbness in his hands and feet, and also swelling. He could barely walk from just here to there without being out of breathe and sweating bullets. Later they turned him over to hospice. There was nothing else that could be done. He had specialized nurses that came certain days to keep up with his blood pressure vitals and other things. The hospice provided him with their support. They focused on comforting him and help him be pain free. They wanted him to live each day fully because soon it wasn’t going to be …show more content…
It really had me depressed and he would be here longer than I thought. He stayed with his mother in law, my grandmother because he knew that was the best place to be. My mom worked long twelve hour shifts and would be up all night with my dad. They were divorced but after this devastating thing they got back on good terms with one another. My mom knew it wouldn’t be long after a while. When his birthday came around we gave him a surprised birthday party. He really enjoyed the entire thing. Everyone stood up and said lovable, caring, and encouraging words. My sister and my two older brothers also said things to him but we were very emotional. Weeks later after his party it started going downhill. He stayed at the hospital more and more. My pops was really fighting with this cancer it took a toll on him. It hurts to the heart to see him lying there hopelessly having little to no strength. He was on oxygen to help with his breathing. One day my sister and I were getting ready to leave for church and he called us in his room. He told us he wanted us to go to church and he would see us later. He gave us both a long tight hug and kiss and said he loved us. When we began to walk out I didn’t turn around, but my mother said tears began to roll down his face. We finally left for church, when we arrived they finished up singing and we left right after. It was really strange. My aunt