This is for my daddy:
Around the end of June my brother came
down and dad picked us up with him dad had bein havein trouble for awhile
movin and stuff...well bro spent weekend with us we wee supposed to go
to San Antiono.....took dad to doctor on a monday and found out he had
a brian tumor size of baseball I nearly died....I had to drive up there
and take care of him and everything......two weeks and lots of tears later
he had surgery wich he came out lookin like a swami.....he was in hospital
for two weeks after that.....then...he returned home I had never seen my
father bow his head during grace....till that night he came home...I spent
rest of summer caring for him....then school started went every other weekend......then
the dat before birfday threw a party I didnt have moeny for a card so emailed
him one......that night at 1 am his mother found him in his bed having
sezuires.....the ambulence came and took him away......I had been waiting
for that call in the morn but this time I didnt answer it........my aunt
called and told us to get there our father had turned for the worst...we
drove to fort worth crying all the way....We got to the hospital and I
looked at were he layed still in his bed his eyes rolling back doctors
said that the tumor had pretty much takin over his brain....and I recalled
he told me the exact day before that it was smaller than ever and you dont
have to worry anymore....on his birthday he layed still in his hospital
bed....with the card I sent him waiting in his mail.....for 3 day swe waitied
till brother got home...then we decided to pull the pulg...pulled at 10:45
am exact we expected him to go away fast....I sat there and watch him struggle
for life for 10 hours striaght listenin to his breaths get shorter....me
and brother with his hands in our hand whispered let go...as my mother
walked in to see his final breath he let go to leave his body at rest....we
sat there and screamed we sat there and cried all way could say was good-bye.....I
watched him turn yellow I watched our tears roll....I watched my borther
almost lose control....I felt I had died that very day along with my father
sent on my way.....I cried all night I cried all day.....thinking of my
father who has now gone away.....now sitting here waiting for a sign he
is around haveing dreams about him waking up without him around....nothing
seems right nothing seems fair I wish my father were still here
