In response to Kristen’s question: When did you suffer the most?
I’m suffering now because of an event, a mundane event, that took place on June 14, 2010. It was the day my father checked into the hospital for the last time. He was bleeding, so I wanted to take him to the emergency room. He would not go. I said, "We have to go now." I said it over and over and over.
When I got him to the kitchen, he stopped and sat down at the table. He wanted an orange. He said, "Please get me an orange." I said, "We don't have time for an orange." He said, "I really want an orange." I said, “We really need to go now.” He stared at me and I stared at him. I went to the refrigerator, hastily opened the door, flung open the fruit crisper, and reached in for an orange.
I dropped the orange on the ground.
My father said, laughing, “Well there goes that orange.”
He ate the orange and then I took him to the emergency room. It was the last orange he ever ate.
Now, may I please have that lollipop? That hurt like hell.
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Sharon, give me your mailing address. I will send you a lollipop and a Fresca. Perhaps some other prizes.
ReplyDeleteHumans are not perfect. Especially on the edge of a tragedy. I think our bodies know what is coming. I would like to tenderly point some things out to you from your story. Your father's experience before going to the emergency room: he got his way (won), he ate the orange he wanted, and something made him laugh.
Thank you for sharing your story.
With deep gratitude, K
Thanks, Kristen! I hope that lollipop comment in the end didn't come off wrong, I meant for it to be funny because I really enjoyed your stating you would send a lollipop. Thanks for the question, it felt good to get that story out. Hugs, me
ReplyDeleteDear Sharon, It did not come off wrong at all. This question hurts like a shot into a muscle. I am serious about you sending me your address for the lollipop. I would never offer and then not deliver candy.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing.
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