Friday, November 13, 2009
I hate Friday the 13th. What I hate more is Friday May 13th, 1994. Thurs. night my dad went to sleep and in the night he died. I got the call from my parent's neighbor to go to the hospital that they were taking my dad by ambulance. In that moment I knew he was gone. After we got someone to watch my daughter we went to the hospital, as we walked in they tried to take me to the room. The family room, the death room. The room you go in so everyone in the E.R can't watch you fall to your knees in sobs. I told the nurse I didn't want to go in. My husband made me. I went in to see my mom with her heart broken. I will never be the same again.