We get a call from the hospital. It's dad. He's gone. The next few days go by in a huge blur.
His funeral is accompanied by close family. Mom, her parents. And one of my uncles.
My family always disgraced him. Having a child at such a young age, my mother was 18. He was 19. No matter what, he was always there for me. Through everything. He gave up everything for me, even the family he knew his whole life. For a new born baby and a teenager he wouldn't see until he was lying in a hospital bed on the edge towards death. Slowly slipping.
The doctors didn't help him, I was too young to sign a contract to keep him alive. My mother was never his wife or family. Just a woman of whom he had a child with when he was drunk. The doctors had no choice but to end the treatment because I nor my mother could pay for it. I love him, he gave me everything I ever wanted, I was spoiled beyond compare from other kids. He had three jobs, I still got to see him every night before bed. He still made his homemade mac and cheese and garlic bread. He would get me the newest Barbie every birthday. He was the one I could count on.
She didn't cry. She just stood there. Motionless. Listening to the man speak. She didn't say goodbyes. She didn't say her final hello. She didn't say how much she loved him. She didn't say anything. Not a word.
I never got to say "I love you" one last time. I just stormed out of the house and sat in the car. If I would have waited... everything would be different. We would be together. Living together in another life. Instead, I have to stay in this one. Second by second, minute by minute, day by day. Without him.
I've lost everything.
My hope
My family
My love
My heart
My everything.
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The Twins and I
RomanceExcerpt; I start to text him.. no response, I soon see a black flash run across our yard into the street soon being gone. I run into the house concerned.
