Solitude

The Surge

I remember getting the phone call, and to this day its still the worst call I've ever taken. 

I paced around the room, waiting for my father to get back because he wasn't answering his phone. He said he'd be back in twenty minutes. But instead he was gone for an hour. 

We drove to your house, and it was no surprise that you were refusing treatment. You hated hospitals.

You lost the treatment fight, and you were taken to the hospital.

They asked you loads of questions that you didn't want to answer and you kept forgetting, making the whole process a lot worse.

You were admitted to the hospital where we began your journey to recovery.

There were some good days and bad days, but that's the thing to recovery. You had to work at it.

You were in the hospital for almost a month, and you had been a lot better. You even sat up on your own, and the nurses took a few tubes out of you. You ate most of your hospital food even though you complained almost daily on how disgusting it was. You made jokes, and smiled as your children and grandchildren came to visit you and they were happy to see that you would be going home soon.

One of the last times I saw you, you called me 'Apple in my eye'. I smiled not knowing what it meant, and your ocean blue eyes became glassy, looking back at it now, I think you knew what was coming.

I saw you a week later and you had taken a drastic change to the worse.

Your eyes were closed and I was told they hadn't been open for days. Your breathing was short and quick, making me think that you were going to die before my eyes. There was a brown liquid around your lips, making me want to wipe it away but I was to afraid to touch you. 

Three days later you passed away.

My mother has never been the same since and neither has my father.

I on the other hand, took a different form of grieving. I kept wondering why and what had happened to make you deteriorate so quickly. 

That's when my mother finally told me what happened.

That brief period of time where you were yourself, was actually your last form of life and energy.

I was angry that they didn't tell me what was going on, but realizing I was so young I understand why they did it.

I miss you and I plain to visit you soon. I hope your happy where you are and I know I'll see you again one day.