Death, who knew? Such a painfully sad word, yet it brings the best out of people. There is a love in death just as well as sorrows. Some people had to learn that the hard way. At least, I did. Six months ago my pride and joy lost the war to cancer. I’ve been a shipwreck until now. I have lost my job and practically my whole life until today. While this happened, I also gained family and friends. I was still in shock until I was told otherwise. This is my little Sasha’s story.
7 months earlier . . .
The door opened then shut with a thud that echoed throughout the silenced room. My heart was pounding throughout with overwhelming worry. The doctor then spoke to me with a concerned and mournful pitch in his voice. He said that the bruises and loss of energy were from cancer, and that we had caught it way too late. He said that she is going to die in about a month or less and she doesn’t have much longer to enjoy herself. He also said that we could try therapies, but it would only prolong it a little, yet she still would not have the chance to survive. With this information I darted into her room and held her in my arms with tears drowning my pores. I took her out of the hospital and brought her home to spend her last seconds with her in the luxury of our own home. We greatly enjoyed that previous month together laughing and playing, even though I knew the moment soon would be gone forever. I didn’t tell her about her dreadful situation, for I knew it would only create more pain and suffering in her child like mind. Well, I didn’t really lose my job, I might as well announced that I quite because I ceased to bothering to show up. I wanted to spend every single possible second with her. As days passed so did my joy. I could tell that she noticed my agony. She didn’t ask why but somehow she knew. She always was a smart kid. The day she passed was weary for all of us. I told all of my family what had happened and why it had happened. They all comforted me in my time of need. This is the part when death can bring loved ones together. It is a very sad and pitch black thing to say but is true with some families that only terrible or heart-warming events bring them back together. They just can’t find the compassion to attempt to spend time together anymore. This is also how this new chapter will take off resulting in the last. Raw compassion can be found in the deepest depths of distress because of one thing named hope.
To be continued . . .
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