The Game of Fate and The Pain It Has In Store

What is worse: a dead father or a father that could die at any time? I was 16yrs old in April when my dad started acting funning. The day started off like any other day; my brother William and I were eating breakfast, since dad didn’t work on weekends, he made us breakfast. After breakfast we started to notice that dad was acting strange when he stared asking for the horse cow, and a lot of different stuff. We don’t ow a horse, cow, and half the stuff he wanted. Then he asked for his cell phone, but he didn’t call it a cellphone; he called it something really weird. He called my Aunt Robin. She came over with her friend Barb. Aunt Robin saw that dad was paler than normal, like as what as this paper. She called the ambulance as fast as she could. They came and dad was reluctant to go but Robin convinces him to go and I went to Robin’s house. Then the very next day was school. I hated that I had to go to school while my dad was in the hospital. After a couple of days, we learned that Dad had a stroke, several actual. The doctors said he wasn’t feeling anything on the right side of his body. Robin called the hospital several times a day, morning, noon, and night. After about month Dad could move aging. Another couple of weeks went by and Dad was let lose to come back home, but he had to take a lot of medican for his stroke. The doctor said that a stroke like what dad had would have killed most people. We were so happy to have dad back, but what we didin’t know was that dad sickness crawling back.

It was May and we were taking William to Mom’s house for the summer. I didn’t want to go because someone had to look after Dad. A week or 2 passed and Dad went to work talking all confused saying it was snowing and he had ...

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...ans s the blood vessel that supplies the brain ruptures and bleeds. When we left the hospital I have to Amit that my eyes were wet and my soul was filled with melancholy. The doctor said if Dad has one more stroke, it will kill him, so death is winning and has played an evil game. Dad could die at any time. Two months have passed since dad came back home. The doctors said that he can never live on his own, drive, or have the same brain strength as like before the stroke. So, I have to live with my aunt and so does my dad. Dad’s memory did come back to full strength, but he is not as strong as he use as he once was. Now he can only do simple stuff. He can no longer work at the Float Stream, but at least I still have him around, at least for now. So the mean of this story is to cherish the time left with those we care about before it too late to be with them.