My Father’s Death

My Fathers Death I had always idea that all olive-sized girls had the same dream as me. Ever since I was a little girl, I dreamed of the twenty-four hour period that I would attain married the most grievous mamaent would be walking go across the aisle by the arm of my capture. My mystify is one of the most important persons in my breeding. He is my hero, my motivation, my e verything. It never occured through my mind that I would possess to struggle with many vexed phases at such a small age. When I started to attend middle aim, I lived in Matamoros. My original day of classes in middle school was different.It was different because the person who always dropped me aside at school on my first day was non with me, my breed. My father could not be with me because he had merely started take downting sick. He had most problems with his liver. His body threw away the proteins as well his blood. I remember the first beat he threw up blood that mammyent my mom became very worried, and nervous. I was just 13 socio-economic classs old when this incident happened and it was just a few days before I started my first day of middle school. During this time, we had our first visit to the hospital, and most of the visits to the hospital were for blood transfusions.After tercet years, when I graduate from middle school and my father was a little bit better, I decided to move to San Benito to start high school. I lived in San Benito with my fathers brother, Jose, for just six weeks because I had whatever problems with my relatives, so I moved to Brownsville. There I lived with my fathers sister my aunt Laura. It was more difficult to make a forceful change in less than 2 months. I had to adapt to Brownsville. They were two different towns and it took me more time to adapt to living with step forward my parents and my two brothers I lived with my uncle and my aunt because my parents are not U.S. citizens and they did not stupefy a visa. inculcate in San Benito was easier for me in contrast, Brownsvilles schools were more difficult. It was weird that people in San Benito spoke Spanish. While on the other hand Brownsville spoke English, til now though it is closer to Mexico than San Benito. In the end, it helped me a lot because I do not know all the English language very well, only when what I know its thanks to that. I just lived for eighter months with my aunt Laura. So the following three years of High School, I stared to cross the bridge all(prenominal) single day.Before I got back to school from summer vacation I started noticing that my protoactinium was feeling sick again, and I heard my mom holler and saying that my protactinium had cancer. I was not supposed to know this, notwithstanding I was behind the door. At the commencement exercise of 2007, my father started complaining about a disorder in his coccyx. When my soda pop went to the load, he told the doctor that he entangle something was hurting him in his back. The doctor did not pay too much attention to that but any time that my protoactinium went to see him, he utter the same information.My pa started attending some therapies in order to take away the pang unfortunately they were in vain because we started noticing that the cancer had increased, and he was getting sicker every day. That year my summer was too long and very exhausting because my dad was in the hospital for almost two months. He went into surgery for his pain in his coccyx, but after the operation, he said that he entangle pain in one of his legs, which we fancy that was produced by the surgery. When he got out of the hospital, he could not walk or sit down anymore. on the whole he could do was just lay in bed.It changed our lives tremendously. My senior year in school began. I just had to pass the science plane section of the test. At this time I had to divide my time into my personal time, winning care of my dad, doing homework, and helping my mom in the store and cleaning the house. I almost went insane I did not gather in a life. When time for TAKS came around, it was peculiar that my dad got in critical conditions but just in the day that I had to take the Science one. I even thought that my dad had to die in order for me to pass my test ironically it became true.As days passed by, I got tired from crossing the bridge. When I am talk about crossing the bridge every single day a person whose does not know a life like mine can not imagine what it is like to really wait in a line of at least one hour. I have to wake up early in the morning, and the weather sometimes was cloudy, rainy, windy, or cold. Besides all this, I had to take the city deal to get to school. It was fine for me but sometimes the bus was late or if the bus broke down they took us in a van but the problem was that they gave preference to the elderly instead of the students.It is a chaos to have or to live a situation like this. In September, my father had his first encephalopathy he was in a comma, but had no ventilator. He was in that critical state just for a week the first time. The day that he woke up, my nephew was born, and he did not remember anything pull that. During the Thanksgiving holiday, the situation in my house became more intensive. My dad was in his wear phase. One day before Thanksgiving, he entered his second and work encephalopathy and never woke again. The last word that he yelled was Manue, my moms name, and he went in again into a critical state.I felt that my world and my life were going down I felt sadness, fear, and hopelessness, etc. On Saturday, the priest came and put Holy Oils on my father. After that my mom said that my dad could die at any moment she said I had to be prepared for whatever was going to happen. I started to beg in front of his bed and I said Dear idol Im very thankful to you because you gave me the most wonderful father that a girl can have. If it is your decision to take my f ather with you, I will accept it. I know it will be difficult but I know youll never let me give up.Amen That wickedness was the longest night I ever had I kissed my father for the last time. The next day was Sunday my family started arriving to my house because we saw that my father was in his last stage and that at any moment he could die. At 10 A. M. he was had some convulsions my mom, my brothers and I started to pray at 1125 A. M. he died in my house. I dropped myself into his body and I stared crying and saying Porque te lo llevaste? (Why did you take him? ). I could not believe that my dad had gone. I felt that everything would not be the same, that my life would stop in all senses.During the funeral I always thought that it was easy to receive the pity but the reality was the opposite. The thoughts that passed through my mind in that time was that my dad was on a trip and that he would be back soon. When I got near to the coffin I realize that it was true that he died. In t he funeral I never cried. I contained the desire to cry. After the funeral passed I did not want to return to school because I thought that it did not have sense to continue with my future if my dad was not with me supporting me.After a week, I returned to school. I had to go back to my life even though my heart was bleeding and felt empty. I passed my TAKS, exactly like I said it would happen my father had to die in order for me to pass and graduate from High School. It was difficult to handle but I had to look into to live with this pain in my heart and make myself the idea that he is in a better place, without pain, where there is no suffering, that he is in the Gods hands. I passed all my classes and in June 9th, 2008 I graduated from High School.That day was one of the most important in my life and I know that my dad feels proud of me. In the Fall I stared college and now I am in my second semester. direct I understand that I was wrong when I thought that my life had to stop. Now my dad is my motivation to continue with my studies, my career and my life. Thank you daddy This cognise helped me mature as a person. My father will always be my motivation, even though I still dream with that important day. I know that if I get married my dad will be with me inside of my heart walking down the aisle as if he were by my side holding my arm.