My Heart Will Go On
I remember this day like it was yesterday. My dad was getting ready for his first game of the season. He had a great passion for cricket. He would practice non stop and would always ask for our opinions on how to bowl and bat. Dad was so healthy and active. He would work out at least 3 or more times a week. And when he was not at work or the gym he was with us. Dad was a loving, caring and helpful person. He was a very popular person and everyone knew him for his charismatic personality. He was the life of every party and would make everyone in the room laugh. I have two older sisters and I am the youngest. My dad would always make time for his family. He taught us everything. How to tell time, how to do math, and how to drive.
My dad was in a softball cricket league and it was his first time playing on this new team. It was a beautiful Sunday morning. He was eating breakfast with my mom while I was working on my high school biology project. I can remember him coming over and complimenting my work. He was very happy before he left the house, which was around noon. At 5 PM, we got a call from my uncle. My second oldest sister picked up the phone and had an upset face. I could see something was wrong. My uncle wanted to talk to my mom. She was downstairs doing laundry. He asked us what medications my dad was on. Like I said before, dad was healthy. He rarely took medications and only used prescribed medication for his sunburn. I can remember, we repeatedly asked "what's wrong with dad, what's wrong." My uncle told my oldest sister, "they are still working on him." That was the point when we began to worry. We all rushed over to the cricket ground my dad was at. When we got there he was not there. He had been taken to the hospital, which was 2 minutes away. A police took us to the hospital. We were seated and we began to pray. A nurse came in and asked us for the sunburn medications my dad was on. We asked again and again "how is dad doing?." I can remember her saying, "he is in serious condition." She left and we started to cry hysterically. The nurse took us into a smaller room. The doctor came in, which was quite shocking. Usually, they would still be in the ER reviving the patient. That is when I realized it was the end. The doctor started off by saying "We tried everything..". My sisters and I all screamed and were in panic. We already knew.
My dad died of a massive heart attack on May 26th, 2013. You will never understand the pain unless you have went through it. We seen dad one last time in the hospital bed. It was the saddest moment of my life. I literally seen my dad 5 hours ago
happy and healthy, and here he was not breathing, not moving and not talking.
This moment has changed my life forever. I will be 18 in a couple of months. The only way I can cope from this tragic loss is through family and friends. Also, believing in God. God has helped our family in tremendous ways, and I will never forget about God. Reading a lot of articles and books, I've learned and believe that the soul goes on. The physical body may be gone forever, but the soul will on forever. Knowing dad is watching and guiding us is the only way I can contend.
I would have never thought I would ever be writing this, especially not this early.
Rest In Peace/Paradise Dad