Pinned
Sitting here, next to his bed
listening to him gasping out his last breaths. The wait is killing me, but I know he’ll be better off in the end. I want to cry, need to cry, but the couple tears aren’t enough to handle the pain. Though I have other family, I am alone in this. The final vigil. This slow, drawn out thing isn’t how it was supposed to be. You should have just went to sleep and that was it.
I am so sorry all I can do is just sit here, dad. I love you and will miss you.
And now you’re gone, and I wasn’t there. I went home so they could visit, and you went without me being there. I feel so guilty I wasn’t there for you at your last. Every time I think I’m done crying, another thought - “I’m never going to see you again,” “I’m never going to hear your voice again” - or memory hits, and I’m sobbing all over again.
Why didn’t anyone tell me losing your dad was going to suck so much? I miss you so much, daddy. I wish you were still with me.