Hey guys, how are you?
So this week I’m gonna share with you all
what happened 2 weeks ago and why I didn’t post anything during that time.
Please bear with me while reading this if I
somewhat sounded too serious or dramatic or ridiculous because to be honest,
it’s not easy for me to write.
“Then why would you wanna write?” You ask?
It’s because I think you all should know
about this and it’s a big thing....though most of you might already know it
from my social media.
Anyway, I should begin my story.....
But before that, just so you know that I’m
not gonna write the whole thing from A to Z because I’m getting tired of it
because I have been telling it to a lot of people a lot of time.
So this post will mostly be about a summary
of what happened.
My dad was admitted to the hospital on
27.8.2017 at about 4 in the morning because the doctors said that he had lung
infection. Since my dad is old and his heart is no longer strong, the doctors
suggested to using a tube through his throat to help him breath while they try
to cure the lungs, but in order to do that, my dad had to be sedated aka deep
sleep or more dramatic, coma. So we all agreed, in hope that the treatment will
cure my dad’s lungs. However, the doctors did say that there’s a high chance my
dad will never wake up. Nevertheless, my siblings and I agreed.
Fast forward to about 30 hours later and
the doctors said that my dad wasn’t doing well. The infection was not
decreasing. Anyhow, we still want the
treatment to continue.
Fast forward to the next day, it was night
time and I was alone with my dad, same as the day before, because visiting hours
has ended, so I accompanied my dad while waiting for my brother because my
brother was the one who accompanied my dad till morning. On that day, the
doctors said my dad looks okay, though the infection was still there, and they
planned to feed my dad the next day.
Fast forward to the next, at the time me
and 3 of my sisters came to the hospital. My dad heartbeat was suddenly
drastically dropping and I, as the only guy in the family there (because my
brother was resting at the waiting room) had to deal with the doctor, who
finally informed us that our dad had passed away.
At that time I was feeling weak in the knee
but luckily my legs were still strong enough to stand. And I was almost choking
when I called one of my sister at her workplace to inform that our dad is no
longer alive. I guess it is true that when you say it out loud, that event or
situation, it sounded so real.
So that was my “brief” story of what
happened.
To be honest, it breaks my heart, but a
small part of me glad that I had been there for my dad until he was buried. It
was me who was in the hurd with him. So yeah, I’m glad about that.
K was there on the day my dad died, her
mother, her sister and 2 of our college friends too.
A couldn’t be there because he was at
college, preparing for his exam.
S couldn’t be there because he had some
important family matter.
But I’m fine about it because even if
they’re there, I wouldn’t have time to talk to them.
Anyway, funny thing is, they were worried
about me because they think I will keep my feelings to myself like I always do.
Fast forward to present day, I’m feeling
much better now but same as my sister, we’re still unable to get used to not
seeing our dad around the house.
The reason why I didn’t post anything here
is because I honestly didn’t know how to write this. I’m not saying that I’m
doing great now but at least I kinda know what to write.
So, that’s all for this week.
Please pray for my dad.
This week I wanna know, have you lost
anyone close to you? How did you handle it? Or what advice would you give me to
face this?
Leave your opinion in the comment below.
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Love Always,
Zac
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