Goodbye Mr. David.... I was just at the hospital, I just saw you, alive, barely breathing, but alive. I said my goodbyes but I didn't comprehend this would be my last time seeing you. I never had such a deep connection with someone who would pass, I've never really experienced loss in my life. You know a month ago, we were at the beach eating oysters, everything seemed fine. When the news came that you had cancer, my whole world came crashing down. I was so busy with school that it was hard for me to come and visit you at the hospital. 1 week without a diagnosis took a toll. You were getting worse and they said it was best not to see you. We always said, when you got better we would come by and visit. I was making you a card, one that said be strong and fight, but what use is that card now. You were one of the most caring, fun, and funny guys I knew, we bonded over pinball machines and you always had fun stories to tell. Wednesday the doctors said there was no hope, you wouldn't get better, at this point they were prolonging your death. It was hard for me to keep it together these past couple of days, all I could think about was you, and losing such an important person in my life. I was walking on thin ice, and it was hard to keep from crying, and I did my best to hide it when I cried. You were a great person, my parents best friend, and my brothers favorite person in the whole wide world. I kept hoping and praying each day for a miracle, no matter the god out there, I was so ready to sacrifice everything I had, just for you to be okay again. I pleaded, and pleaded, but sadly my request went unheard. You were suppose to get better. I was going to come to your hospital room with a big card and presents, we were going to throw you a recovery party, you were going to beat that monster. Why would the body of an amazing man turn against him. My heart breaks thinking of you lying there knowing your going to die, waiting for your suffering to end. I know that passing away was a good thing, you suffered so much, and now you're finally in peace. I just wish that a miracle happened and I would be able to see your smiling face again. The image of the hospital room lays ingrained in my head, the beeping of the monitor, the smell of bleach, the nurse in the background doing who knows what, and most of all the Alabama blanket they tucked you in. You're face looked sick and ill, not what I remembered seeing before. You lost a lot of weight and you were almost unrecognizable, I could feel the pain in your eyes, and I knew you were there with us and I could feel you telling me it was going to be okay and that you were ready to go. It was so hard for me to hold my composure. I was always the child who never cried, never showed her emotion, but it was close to impossible for me to do that. I hope your happy and I'm glad you are no longer suffering, I love you so much Mr. David, and I'm hoping right now you are looking down from heaven and receiving all the love we have for you, and that we know you tried your hardest, you were strong, but it was just time.
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Goodbye
Non-FictionMy goodbye letter to an important man in my life who just passed