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My father was an amazing guy, at just the age of 45 years old though, he had unfortunately died. I'll tell you in this story what happened to him. This is why you should always tell your loved ones you love them, before they can take their final breath. This will be emotional so it's normal to cry if you read all of this. Before I get into this, please be aware that I am recalling everything I knew.
My name's Rebecca, I've gone through alot growing up from the age of 4 years old. December 2018 had finally come, and it was what I thought was gonna be the best end of the year. My father had sleep apnea, arthritis, and chronic sinusitis. What we didn't know, however, is that he also had an enlarged heart due to his body size. We ALSO never knew that his arteries were so clogged from the poison/plaque/tar buildup from smoking so many packs of cigarettes. My dad had gone for a sleep study, and I was happy that he was finally gonna start taking care of his health problems for the holidays. My dad came home after the first weekend of December was over, he had told us that he'd get the results very soon within a span of 3-4 weeks. Weeks would pass by and that's when we get to the forever-haunting day of December 21st, 2018. He was supposed to get his CPAP, his continuous positive airway pressure device the following day, but unfortunately he didn't make it.
My mother, 43, going on 44 in July 2019, who is now my only parent, was watching television with my dad by her side who was.. sleeping and snoring, loudly. But.. the snoring was in an unusual way.. the snoring was louder than the usual type of snore for a person with sleep apnea. My dad had his.. snoring patterns. He was snoring, then stopped. Snored again, then stopped..but suddenly stopped responding. His stomach stopped moving up and down. His mouth was open, and his eyes were closed. My mom turned to her right to see my dad's unresponsive body. She goes, "Keith?" as she leaned forward a bit. "Keith?" She says again. "KEITH?" She raises her voice a bit. "KEITH?!" She raised her voice some more. I'd be sitting in the living room at this time, on my laptop. I could hear her, but I didn't know if I wanted to check on the incident, Her voice got louder each minute. "KEEEIIIITTTHHH!!" She yells even louder, in horror and panic. That's when a strong feeling of concern tells me, "you know what, you need to go check on your mother because something's going down right now." I got up, racing down the hallway of our small apartment, which is when I had saw what will forever scar me, what will forever haunt me. I saw my mom giving my dad chest compressions since he had stopped responding, and he had no more pulse. I got a bit closer to the horrifying scene, which made it worse for my mental state. I asked, "What the hell's going on!?" in a frantic voice.
"DAD'S NOT BREATHING!" My mom yells. Everything blacked out for me, mentally. I ran out the room, called 911, and gave the phone to my mother. The next minute, that I know, I can hear sirens coming by and I can see EMT's, policemen. I'm sat in the kitchen, freaking out and having fast heartbeats minute by minute, and I'm losing my mind, hoping my dad will be okay. Hoping that the change of life that I never wanted or needed was here. My thoughts were racing, I couldn't think straight. My head was spinning in countless thoughts. I got up after the EMT's had taken him to the hospital, because my mother told everyone to get dressed, since we were going to the hospital to visit my dad. I hoped and I hoped and I HOPED that he was gonna be alive. I was freaking out. Everyone had been dressed after some time. Then, that's when the phone rang. We were all close to the door, and I froze in my steps, with my hand on the knob of the front door. My mom ran to the phone, immediately answering due to our TV displaying a Caller ID, which would tell you where the call's coming from.
"Hello?" My mom says, anxiously. The words that came out of the man's mouth over the phone were the words that she knew what was gonna be said afterwards. "We did all we could on him to save his life, we worked on him for an hour. I'm sorry ma'am, but.. he's dead." My mom hung up, and with a sad, unhappy, depressed voice, my mother had told me what I still don't believe after 2 months. "Dad's gone.." My heart had sunk to the bottom of me. I didn't believe what I was wearing. "Wait, can you say that again?" "He's dead. It's too late." I started a fit of crying. I isolated myself in what is now becoming my room, my mom & dad's room. I cried my eyes out, for hours and hours, I bawled, and I bawled, and I bawled. After that, I had developed some changes, more mentally but physically. My appetite changed, I'm sat in my room more often, I have random mood swings where I just feel like crying because of what I saw on 12/21/18 and how I witnessed it.
We got a call days later, from the same hospital telling us that the cause of his death was cardiomegaly/enlarged heart, and his arteries were clogged from the amount of poison from cigarettes. The funeral washeld on 1/02/19, and he had been cremated. Ever since the following night of 01/02/19, I have been seeing signs of my father's spirit in the house.
Dear Dad; I miss you alot. And this story concludes why you should ALWAYS tell your loved ones you love them before it's too late. Cherish the smallest and biggest moments with your fathers or mothers before it's too late.