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december 10, 2013 was just another day of high school. i remember i had to do test corrections for more credit for an ap gov class, then i came home to my mom sitting on the couch telling me she had something to tell me about my dad
my dad collapsed at his public speaking club meeting that morning and had to be taken to the ICU. he was connected to all these tubes, sedated and not conscious.
we visited him everyday with hopes that he would get better. there was no reason to believe he wouldn't.
we visited him everyday with hopes that he would get better. there was no reason to believe he wouldn't.
my dad died on december 17, 2013. he was only 61. he died, leaving my sister and i without a father and my mom without her soulmate.
i would never wish that trauma and pain that i still experience daily upon anyone. and i would never want anyone to experience that suddenness, that waiting game while a loved one is in the ICU, those sleepless nights and bleak days.
we're in a global pandemic. more than 130,000 americans are dead. fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers, cousins, soulmates. gone by means that could have been prevented.
i stay home for my mom and sister. i stay home because i don't want to experience that trauma again. i stay home for my community, because i wouldn't wish it upon any of you either.
