There we waited, minute by minute, second by second. And then he arrived, the doctor, to tell us the news.
“I’m sorry. Your mother has passed away.”
It was 9:34pm. The heart monitor just kind of stopped. She was just…gone.
That was almost 15 years ago since the day my mother passed away. I still remember the time, the date, the very moment she passed. It was gut-wrenching.
But not more than a year and half later, my father would also pass away as well. Only this time, it was sudden and unexpected (car accident).
And in a blink of an eye, I was homeless, penniless, hopeless, and angry.
“Hi, is this One Man Party? I’m sorry but your father had an accident. He died in a car accident last night.”
In a panic rushed with tears streaming down my cheeks, I asked a friend who could drive me to the hospital in which my father’s body remained at. It was the longest two hour drive.
When I entered the hospital and provided my identification, I was sent to the room in which my father’s body remained in. And there he was, listless, motionless, lifeless. We had just spoke over the phone the other day, but here he was in front of me. Gone.
Although maybe I shouldn’t have, I went to see the car and how badly damaged it was. It was bad…really bad. All I thought about was how he must have felt at that moment (if his death wasn’t sudden), how he felt about his life, his kids, his wife, his family. Hopefully he was proud of us.
Nearly 15 years later, I still think about those two events, the passing of my parents. Would they be proud? How would they think of me today? Would we be happy? Or not?
Life is really fragile. There are days I wish I could join them, then others where I believe life is worth living till the end. I, like many others who have shared similar experiences, want to know how this story will end.
For those who went through something similar, please know that I empathize. This fight is real, it’s hard, and it’s soul-sucking. But we need to see how our story unfolds.
One Man Party