The last conversation / short story
Blog Posted by
Jessica Zorn : 8/6/2016 7:45:00 PM
I'm going to tell you a story about a girl who had to be strong,when all she wanted to do was hide from the world.One day in mid May she received a phone call that changed her life forever. The voice on the other end of the line said"Your father is on a ventilator and they don't think he is going to make it."Full of disbelief she hung the phone up,walked into her baby's room and held on to him for dear life. With thousands of thoughts racing through her head all she could do was pace back and forth to keep from going insane with worry.
After what seemed like an eternity she finally made it to the hospital. As she walked down the dimly lit hallway to his room her heart racing faster with every step of the way. The curtain pulled back and there he was,so unrecognizable she still couldn't get her head around what was happening.The man who taught her how to walk and swim. Taught her how to be open minded and think for herself.
The anger bubbled from the pit of her soul as she waited to be alone with him.When she finally was the words sprayed out of her like venom.The selfish "how could you",and "you can't do this to me",along with other colorful words fell out of her mouth.She silently screamed,the echo rattled her bones to the marrow.Trying with all her might to regain her composure,so she could sit beside him. She walked around the bed to the single chair sitting on his left side.As if it was sitting there just for her.
She sat and watched his chest moving with the static of the machines in the background.While mustering all the courage she could to reach for his hand.As she went to grab it the overwhelming sense of dread filled her heart.The working hands of his once so warm had become ice cold.
Trying to find the words that eluded her mind and mouth. The gravity of situation finally set in, the realization of what had to be done hit me like a plane falling out of the sky on top of my already broken heart.I held my fathers hand and told him that I forgave him for everything that may have been bad or wrong.I said I was sorry for everything bad and wrong that I did,and I knew that he forgave me. I stood up still holding his hand,I kissed him on the forehead and I whispered "I love you daddy so much. Go be with Stephanie."His heart stopped as soon as those words left my lips. A chill ran down my body and he was gone like that.This was the hardest thing I ever had to do in my life.Thinking back to my childhood all the poking and prodding even all the nasty testing I went through didn't compare to the pain of this moment. Today my father would have been 59 years old.
Written on February 11/2016