"Pa..." her voice trembling during the call, "Pa hit his head after a fall. Found him on the 3rd floor. I could hear the loud bang from the 2nd floor. The ambulance had taken him. It doesn't look good."
My heart sank, tears started flowing.
Hours passed. More updates came in - his CT scan was clear, he's stable.
Even so, I decided to fly in. Checked online and found 3 flights. I wanted to book the 2nd flight at 3pm. This timing would give me enough time to slowly pack and head to the airport. But when I got to the payment page, the price just suddenly spiked 50% more. Now I am left with 1pm or 6pm flights.
I had a strong inkling that 1pm would be a better option. I booked without much hesitation. Left with less than 4 hours to flight time, I rushed to pack quickly, got the children's things organized and headed to the airport.
After arriving in my hometown, my brother drove us to the hospital directly.
There... he was lying on the hospital bed with intubation. He looked weak but fully conscious. His motion very slow and careful. When he saw me walked towards his bed, his eyes glowed up - with a smile. I held his hand, his grip warm and strong.
Relatives were there too.
Mom was asking him to write with his finger on the bed, he was able to spell but it wasn't easy to interpret. I drew a sign & communication board - body, face, eat, poo, S.O.S, sleep, emoticons.
I asked him to point to the drawing. His finger lingers and pointed to HAPPY emoticon over and over (just like clicking on the phone multiple times).
We all laughed at his lightheartedness. I asked "Are you happy that we are all here?" He gave a small nod with a blink.
Not too long afterwards, he point to SLEEP. "You must be tired, You should rest".
Unbeknownst to me, this was quietly becoming our last moments together.
If only I knew that it would be the last time I'd see you awake, I'd asked for a few more moments; to keep you there with me longer, to linger and capture every details, imprint it into memory.
That last night with you, the hospital was quiet. Just you and me. Everything else around me didn't matter anymore.
You started breathing hard - sweat beads formed on your forehead. Your heart rate spike up to 240 for a brief moment. Your legs turned purple. Then everything calmed. You slowly faded away like going into a deep deep sleep.
Your heartbeat came back when Mom and Bro Max reached the ward. But it was only a short few minutes of goodbye before you left again.
I was in disbelief. It happened so quickly. Hours and hours of flashbacks of our good times together, from the earliest times I can remember till the most recent coffee chat.
In this same hospital, on my first day of life, you held me and took care of me for the first time.
In this same hospital, on your last day of life, I held you and took care of you for the last time.
But why in both days, you were happy and I cried so hard?
"Who do I talk to about my silly random day?"
"Who would support me secretly like you do, listens and don't complain when I do more talking?"
"Who would give me honest life advice?"
"I'd like to share with you all my happy moments and wins. Are you proud Pa?"
Pa I do not want to forget, I'll hold you close with me even until the end of time.
I love you so...!



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