Lost
I never knew the feeling of despair or ever truly experienced it. I was awoken at 3 o'clock with the news that my dad had a heart attack. Then, after the longest ride of my life, I arrived at the emergency room. My dad was in the critical zone. Ever since I heard the news, I cannot stop my tears. Then, it got worse when I saw my dad. My strong dad lying down helplessly on the bed - being connected to the machines. I felt like my own heart had been squeezed till it wanted to burst.
You know, the whole heart-wrenching scene about a patient who is ill, waiting the time to leave the world. The heart-breaking scene when the line turns flat and the heartbeats go zero? I've experienced it all last Friday. It happened to my family and I. The time when I saw the number dropped to zero, I could feel my heart stopped too because it told me that my abah was no longer alive. I felt like half of me was gone with him. All the memories with him kept on replaying in my mind. I prayed to God to save him but He loves abah more. That's the reason He took abah from us. He knows the best thing for abah and I accepted the fate with a grain of salt.
The house felt empty despite the many people in it. It felt weird. There's no more abah's voice can be heard in it. No more his laughter and as far as I can remember, I've never seen abah cried in front of us. He was my other half. He was my strength. Now that he's gone? Who's going to be my rock? Who's going to hold me together when I'm about to lose my wit? Who's going to joke around and tease my siblings and I? Who's going to help me? Who's going to pamper me? I need my abah with me. I need his strength and his soothing words.
You know, the whole heart-wrenching scene about a patient who is ill, waiting the time to leave the world. The heart-breaking scene when the line turns flat and the heartbeats go zero? I've experienced it all last Friday. It happened to my family and I. The time when I saw the number dropped to zero, I could feel my heart stopped too because it told me that my abah was no longer alive. I felt like half of me was gone with him. All the memories with him kept on replaying in my mind. I prayed to God to save him but He loves abah more. That's the reason He took abah from us. He knows the best thing for abah and I accepted the fate with a grain of salt.
The house felt empty despite the many people in it. It felt weird. There's no more abah's voice can be heard in it. No more his laughter and as far as I can remember, I've never seen abah cried in front of us. He was my other half. He was my strength. Now that he's gone? Who's going to be my rock? Who's going to hold me together when I'm about to lose my wit? Who's going to joke around and tease my siblings and I? Who's going to help me? Who's going to pamper me? I need my abah with me. I need his strength and his soothing words.