Huntingtons Stories

Dear Olly, Today we were cooking breakfast together. You made chocolate chip pancakes because they're my favorite. You turned away from me for a second to flip the pancakes, and in that second I stumbled. You didn't see it and I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to worry yet. I had stumbled before and it always scared you but it was always just an accident, me being naturally clumsy. This stumble was different. I knew I took a normal step, it felt normal but my ankle rolled when it shouldn't have. That was the first time I noticed the Huntington's. I wanted to tell you so much but you looked so happy cooking those pancakes, I would've ruined the moment. Olly I wanted to cry and scream but instead I just walked up behind you and wrapped my arms around your torso and buried my face in your back. These are the moments I treasured most, just being with you. I love you so much Oliver. When I'm gone, I hope you never forget it. Love Always, Mickey.

He's been torn from the next continent and back, about this whole situation. I looked over at him, as he continued to stare at the carpeted floor, probably thinking of something to say. I decided to speak up, "What's up, Dad?" His chocolate brown eyes, averted themselves over to me, his attention was on me now. "Oh, uh.... I have a question for you." "Okay? What's the question?" "I called grandpa to move in, and help out with mom, are you okay with that?"

A lot of people think a lot of things about my father. This is the truth, however horrible or sad it is. This is it. My true story about the disease that both killed my dad, and made me the person I am today. Maybe not the most horrifying tale you have heard, but this is mine and it hold the biggest weight in my heart.

The darkness engulfs me. For years I have been lying here, where time has no meaning. Years feel like minutes, days feel like seconds. I do not know how long I have been here. I do not know how long I will stay. All I have left are my memories of the life that I left oh so many years ago. I wait. I wait until it is my turn to be brought back. I wait to live the life I was meant to live. Away from the hospital.