The phone rang, it was my grandma. She had called my mom. The only thing i heard her say was "do what you think is best". As she hung up tears ran down her face, "Bapa is sick, he has fluid building up in his lungs, they are going to do a few simple surgerys on him to help take the fluid out". I was pretty okay about the whole deal, i mean, he will be fine. The next weekend we went to my grandma and grandpas house, he had just got done getting some of the fluid taken out. I walked into my grandpas room sat down in the chair in front of him and showed him my report card. "Im so proud of you claire and always will be as i watch down on you, remeber that", my grandpa said. I just sat there starting at him smiling then looked down at my feet and began to tear up. I walked up to him hugged him and said "im going to go get some food, ill be back bapa". I sat in the kitchen thinking, he's going to be gone soon, something is going to happen im just not sure when and how. For some reason i feel like someone was speaking to me telling me to prepare for him to pass away. But I just blew it off and went on with my life. A couple weeks went by, now my grandpas lungs need to have a major surgery because they keep finding big pockets of fluid. 5 minutes before his surgery he called and said "i love you missy clarissy, opps i need to go the nurses are taking me into surgery i love you". I replied with "i love you to bapa!" As soon as i hung up i started balling my eyes out. This is what is going to take him. I woke up the next morning my mom said "Bapa made it through surgery, he's fine and is talking!" I still knew it wasnt going to end well. I went to visit him every wednesday for a month. It seemed as every week went by he was getting worse. It was so hard seeing him struggle. The last wednesday i was there he had an infection, we had to be covered head to toe. And then, on christmas eve morning my grandma called "He's probably not going to make it to christmas, you need to come now." We hoped in the car and hurried to the hospital, which was two hours away. As i walked to his room my grandma walked out holding a cup with ice (she was feeding it to my grandpa) she grabbed my mom and they both started cryying uncontrollably. My grandma said "i cant beleive this is it, after 8 years of suffering". I looked into my Granpas room and saw him looking at me sayying Hi claire i love you. I walked into his room and grabbed his hand sayying i love you so much you were the best grandpa ever. He looked at me and just stared into my eyes. At that moment i lost it and started cryying and screaming. I was in complete shock. The nurses had to take me out. When i finally got myself back together i walked into his room again. I grabbed his hand and kissed him. I sat by the side of his bed holding his hand and layying my head on his arm....i felt warmth. I looked at the monitor his oxygen level was dropping. I whispered in his ear "you can go now bapa ill be fine". His oxygen level got so low he wasnt able to talk anymore. His breaths got slower and slower apart. It was 12:00, christmas. I told him it was christmas, and that he made it. Then 10 minutes later i noticed his chest stopped moving, i looked at the monitor....0. He was gone. I lost the most amazing man in the world. I looked at my Grandma, Mom, Dad, Aunt, and Uncle. I said Hes gone guys, he doesnt have a pulse. My aunt grabbed and hugged me saying "your so strong claire being about to watch death happen". We all went into a group circle and hugged at the end of his bed crying and looking at his life-less body. We all lined up next to him each taking our turns of kissing him and sayying our final good byes...
The pain was incredible and still is. Every day I think about him. Its been 3 months since he's passed and i miss him more than ever. I love you bapa.
