RIP Popps

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This is dedicated to my dad who just died, he lost his battle to cancer and will be greatly missed. If you comment of like this remember that this isnt fictional and dont say anything about how its written. i wrote this for myself and decided to let others know about this huge impact on my life.

My day started as any other. I woke up, i showered, and i did nothing. Ok lets back track; about a year ago my dad was diagnosed with esophogeal cancer. He fought it as hard as he could but in the end it wasnt enough. He was reduced to a shell of the man he once was and i coudnt do a thing to help him.Ok back to the present. The day played out as always, mom took care of dad and my brother and i tried our best to help. Today was different, my dad cwas having alot of trouble breathing. It came time for me to run a errand for my mom, and it was storming out very badly. Lightning was streaking across the sky, thunder boomed so loud it sounded like a gun was going off next to your ear, and it was raining the hardest it has in years. I arrived back to my house and saw how poor my father looked, and i went outside. I was only wearing shorts and the rain felt fantastic against my skin. it made me feel alive for the first time in a long time, it ran down my face soaked my hair, and glisened on the scars i self inflicted across my ribs (which are a constant reminder of how dead i can feel). And right in the middle of this epic storm i prayed for the first time in a really really long time. "God, when this storm is over...please take my dad, hes suffering. Let him leave with the storm" i sat for a while longer and went inside. The rest is a blurr, but i know i ended up down stairs sitting with my mom, little brother, and a couple other family members. We all watched feeling what was about to come. The storm was over and he started breathing less and less. My mother sobbed, but i couldnt take my eyes from his chest. Just when i thought the worst he would breath in one more life defying breath. Finally his chest stopped rising, and he was gone. My mother and brothers cries of sarrow echoed thru out the house, and i sat numb..not a tear escaped my eyes. not one sob came from my lips. he was gone....i looked at the clock and it was 11:11 (for those who dont know...your supposed to make a wish at this time, its like a shooting star kinda thing). my dad was also born on november 11th , 11=11,....my prayer was heard and my dad is dead. i love that man.....RIP Popps ill see you soon thats a promise and a threat. <3


Submitted: July 01, 2010

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angellynn

I wont go into detail about how very sad I am for you. I know what you are going through. I've been through the same situation. I lost my dad to cancer as well. Although it was many years ago. I am always reminded of him. Each and every fathers day since 1993. May God be with you, as hes been with me. I wouldn't be here today if it weren't for his hands to hold me.
Bless You! Angellynn

Fri, July 2nd, 2010 7:16am

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thanks, and im sorry to hear about your loss. Even if you lost him years ago, it always feels like it was yesterday.

Fri, July 2nd, 2010 1:58am

RollingStone72

That was beautiful, he would be very proud of the man your becomming :] luckily he got to see some of the goodness... My heart goes out to you on the empty sad dark feeling this absence has left.. That feeling fades, your sad and dark less and less.. and after a few years you can talk about him and think about him with out wanting to rip into your skin, and choke back on tears.. It will be okay, you said it yourself. hes no longer suffering :] Thats a blessing.

Tue, July 6th, 2010 9:56pm

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its nice to see you got back on booksie for a change =P

Tue, July 6th, 2010 7:20pm

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