My Dad Passed Away
December 14th, 2008 was cold enough already. My boyfriend just left the house when my mother and I got an urgent call to come to the hospital for my dad. I thought maybe he was getting worse, but what I found out was that they called us there to say goodbye. My mom, me, my brother and his girlfriend, My grandma and her husband, and my dad's Best Friend and his girlfriend stood around my dad to pray and say goodbye. The hospital chaplin said some prayers. The moment after was filled with nothing but the sound of the ventilator breathing for my dad.
There sat a man, a strong man, a good man, already gone. The machine was doing all the breathing, and he was gone. I stayed the night with my brother and his girlfriend so I wouldn't be alone. little did I know, I would need th ecompany.
When a pet dies, you get a new one. The new one will never replace the old one, but it will be a substitute for the lost one. When you and a friend decide to stop being friends, you get new friends. They new friends won't replace the old one, but will be a substitute.
My father died. December 14th, 2008 at 9:14 PM. He fought his sickness for a month before it got the best of him and his heart gave in. He did not give up, however, before he got to say goodbye. Last week, he awoke from a coma they though he would never wake up from. He woke up, he talked, he squeezed our hands. He was there again, only to be gone again. Forever.
My father died. December 14th, 2008 at 9:14PM. I got to say goodbye while he was awake. I made my peace the night before he got so much worse, after being 300% better. I told him I loved him. I told him how sorry I was for fighting with him, ever.
Keith Sherrill died December 14th, 2008 at 9:14PM. He was and is loved. We miss him. I miss him.
I love you, Dad.