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MY FATHER’S DEATH MYRLANDE ISRAEL<br />
Myrlande Israel<br />
I never thought one day I would see myself fall into the darkness, I never imagined one<br />
time, one day “this thing” would open my door and take the person who represented my<br />
center. I used to see bitterness, rage, and tears, fear on people’s faces, but now I<br />
understand it’s because it’s not so easy to think you’ll never, ever see this person again.<br />
I’ve explored this pain deeply, and I know what it is.<br />
We were four in this family: my mother, my sister, my father and me. He was a hard<br />
worker, and he sacrificed himself and his dream to give us a better life. Ludovic was his<br />
name.<br />
I was at work when my cell phone rang. It was my mom, and her voice trembled as she<br />
said, “Your dad fell down this morning after you left. I’m at the hospital. I...I...oh honey,<br />
the doctor said he needs surgery immediately! He’s cancerous.” Come on! Not my dad!<br />
He goes every day to the hospital, he takes his medicine all the time, he does everything<br />
they say, but now, why couldn’t they see that before? Why? Why? A few days ago we<br />
played together, and he was so happy! I ran to the hospital, and my mom was completely<br />
devastated. She had no place to stand. She was praying and crying at the same time, but<br />
we could understand that because my father was everything to her. He was her first love,<br />
and they knew happiness and they shared their bad moments, he always had something to<br />
whisper in her ear, and they joked all the time. When I saw my mom then, and I saw that<br />
picture in my head, tears rolled down on my face.<br />
Five hours later, the doctor came and said that my dad didn’t make it, his heart just<br />
stopped. My mom fell on the ground, and suddenly I felt my blood just boiling. Every part<br />
<strong>of</strong> my body exploded, and I kicked the door violently. I saw my father’s body lying on the<br />
bed, and at first I thought he was sleeping and the doctor had lied, so I ran to him I touched<br />
his hand -- that hand which every morning gently woke me up -- and I realized definitely<br />
he was gone. We were never going to hear his voice or feel his presence, his passion for<br />
life and his love, because he was gone. Our life was so empty.<br />
If I knew it would the last time I was going to see him, I’d hug him more than every day,<br />
I’d take the year to enjoy every moment, every minute, every second with him. If I say I<br />
love my father, I make a little mistake because “love” isn’t strong enough to describe what<br />
my dad meant to me. He was my heart, the best part <strong>of</strong> me and everything.<br />
Sometimes when I need comfort, when my pain is too much, I just feel this breeze envelop<br />
my soul, and at this time I know he’s here, and he’s alive inside <strong>of</strong> me. I can smile and I’m<br />
ready to keep going in life.<br />
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