Gone

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I rush to the hospital, I know there is nothing I can do for him, not now at least. I walked slowly up the stairs and to his room. He lies there, eyes bloodshot red and I hold back my tears. It's all family history, my uncle had the same thing happen... I watch his death, painfully slow. My husband in front of my eyes dies. He's gone... I turn around and walk out of the room and head back to the car, I can't hold it back anymore I cry and let it all out. I make the long drive back home and I walk through the doors. "Mom" I hear my two girls say. I look up at the and I say it all at once,"your dad, he's dead". I don't know what they are going to do so I just held them but I know all we can do is move on and live life from here on like nothing happened.

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