Ed Khalifa

The Difficult Child
2017-09-19 00:21:42 (UTC)

I wish it was all a dream

Do you ever have things happen to you in life that you wish would just be dreams? Yes? No? Well I can tell you that is a big YES for me. I've lost so many great people, or really bad tragedies have happened to me. That I wish I could just press a button and restart everything. Let me tell you it has been about four years that I lost my uncle. He was the first ever person that I've lost in a passing way...
A few days before my uncle was hospitalized I had seen him at the local mini grocery store of where we live. He was passing by from getting some groceries and I had been on my way. As it is obvious we both stopped to say hi and all. He asked if I wanted anything from the bakery across the street. I respectfully replied "No thank you, I don't want to take your time and money" well he knew that my favorite thing there was flan. So he kept insisting in buying me something as a small gift. I finally gave up and said "Okay fine, yes I'll take it". I got home a while after that and getting groceries. I had told my parents of the nice gesture my uncle had. They said "You should have not bothered him".
So days passed and my dad got a call from one of the family friends saying that my uncle had been hospitalized. He was in a really really bad condition. My dad was shocked because he had seen my uncle a couple days ago and he looked fine, as well as the day that I saw him. Well despite all that and all the questions we had been asking our selfs, my dad rushed to the hospital. Later on that night he gave as a call and told us that he'd been spending the night at the hospital. You can imagine the next few hours were going by super slow... until my dad finally came home and broke some bad news. He told us that the doctor told him that my uncle was the patient that was In the worse condition over every other patient. Notice this is a big hospital so for the doctor to say that broke the whole family because I guess from the inside we knew he wasn't going to make it, even if we had the slightest faith in him.
It was night time now and well my dad had gone to see my uncle again, and well when getting back he told us that my uncle could not move or walk. That my uncle had tried telling my dad something but my dad couldn't understand anything. My dad had also told us that my uncle was perhaps trying to tell him something important but he couldn't talk even a bit. An hour later we got a call from a relative giving us the bad news . He had passed . My uncle was no longer with us... One of the FEW times that I had cried so much. I wish it was all a dream.




Ad: