Our Final Conversation

I arrived at my dad's flat to be greeted by my auntie who was in a state of shock she had found my dad sitting on his bed staring into space she had tried to engage my dad in conversation but he was totally unresponsive the back story briefly: my dad had lung, skin and prostrate cancer and he was now living on borrowed time although he had looked brighter before he was discharged today my dad resembled a ghost I managed to get my dad in his wheelchair and take him to the bathroom where he fell unconscious I slapped my dad's face I didn't want to but I had to he came back to me the relief was like a volcano exploding I checked on my auntie who was still visibly shaking she was 95 and my favourite auntie seeing her shaking and crying made my feel so useless dad's Macmillan Nurse arrived and assessed the situation she rang for the ambulance I knew the answer already but I still asked her if this was it she didn't need to say a word there was a knock at the door and in came the paramedics after carrying out their checks we headed off to Whiston Hospital in the back of the ambulance I held my dad's hand and looked into his eyes I told him it was almost time to return Home I encouraged him to embrace the Light and not to be afraid I told him his father was there waiting for him I told my dad I loved him it was our final conversation.