October 2013 -Last year, today papa returned from the hospital for the last time.
It was 14th October. And its was the 11th month-more then what doctors had predicted. Deep inside, I was fearing for the dreadful.
Papa’s condition was continuously deteriorating. He hadn’t opened his eyes for the last whole week. I grew worried and again, my heart won over my mind. I decided to admit papa to the hospital. Papa had no say. Mom agreed reluctantly. An ambulance was called. Papa was admitted. He was put on IV immediately-but it was only to make up for the food he din’t have food since Sept. The doctors had already given up. I could do nothing except for praying.
Papa opened his eyes and he spoke to me. After months of waiting- I was so happy. I wanted to talk and talk. But he was too weak to speak. He would take long pauses. But I was very happy ( and I can say I was really happy because I felt something really deep inside). My hopes again brightened- a miracle would happen.
I recorded his voice for the last time. He said, “ I have to go, I will always be around you”.
Love you, PAPA!
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