In my arms..
My dad passed away in my arms from a heart attack. We did not have the best relationship for the past year. Its true what they say. The most bitter tears are that are shed are the words that are left unsaid. I still don't believe it. He died in my arms. I tried to save him. His tongue was curling back into his throat. I tried to move it with my finger. I screamed for my neighbour to drive faster. I cradled my dad in my arms trying to keep his body still. We were almost at the hospital, we were going to make it. And then he was gone. I could feel it. Somehow I just knew. There I stood in my blue pajamas, in the trauma unit. My neighbour next to me. My mum still at work. My sister still at school. I still dont believe it. He died in my arms. It feels like a movie. I wish I could go somewhere far away. To get away from it all. It feels like time is pushing me forward, but I just want to lay here. Nobody understands.Not my mum nor my sister. They werent there.