I LOST MY HERO; MY DAD 😢😢😢| by @vectorshore

Hello everyone, greeting from here, and I hope y'all doing well. For about 4 days now, I've not posted any content on my blog, and that's because I've been going through a lot lately.

On the 7th of April, 2022, I lost my dad. He had been sick for some time and he had been going to hospital and coming back, until he was finally admitted in the hospital on the Wednesday 30th of March, 2022.

On Thursday 31st of March when I called him on phone we spoke and he said to me that he had started taking treatments from the hospital. I told him I would come stay with him in the hospital to take care of him, but he assured me he was fine and there's no need for that and that he was responding fine to the treatments and he could still get some foods for himself when he wants.

All through that week, we kept speaking on phone and he was sounding very strong. Later on, he told I and my siblings that he would be discharged on Wednesday 6th April, 2022. We were all happy.

When that day reached, we spoke in the morning, and asked how he was doing m, he was okay and said he was waiting for the doctor to come to the hospital and then discharge him. We were happy.

Later on, in the evening, he called us on phone and said he would not be coming any longer because the doctor came very late. For that reason, we would be coming the following day, Thursday 7th April, 2022.

We were all expecting to see him that Thursday, but later on, he called me in the evening at about 4:15 PM, and asked; "Can you come to the hospital today?" When I heard this question from my dad, I knew all wasn't well at all.

I had to quickly carry a few cloths, took a public transport and went to the hospital. He gave me directions to the hospital and it took about an hour and half to get there. I reached the hospital at about 6:20 PM and met my dad in the hospital.

When I saw him, I cried in my heart. I spoke with the nurses of his status and they said he was supposed to be discharged, but they really don't know why suddenly fell sick again. My dad was put on oxygen and given drip too.

He was so restless and couldn't sleep. I stayed with him until they were about to give him some more treatments for that night as he was so restless. I even made tea for him to drink so he could take the medicines. He drank and then took the tablets.

He would stand, sit, lie on the bed, stand, etc. I always supported him whenever he wants to stand or sit or lie on the bed, but then, it happened that he suddenly stopped breathing right in my arms. I was terrified. I cried the hell out. I was so heart broken.

The nurses held me and asked me to go downstairs while they gave him CPR as they were still getting a pulse. But in the end they weren't able to revive him. He died at about 10:45 PM. I was so cold. I didn't even know how to tell my siblings at home. I waited until the following morning at 6:15 AM before I broke the news to them. I also called our church members and some family members. They came to the hospital, and then after a few clearance at the hospital, we took his corpse to the mortuary in my town.

I am the eldest of my siblings. We are 3 in number. 2 boys, and a girl. The girl is our last born. Just to add, we also lost our mum in October 17th 2020, and now dad. My mum's funeral was done on December 5th 2020.

Henceforth, I am now a dad and a mum to my siblings, and I pray God to continue to give us grace, strong health, and peace at all times. In a short time, we'll by God's grace have my dad's funeral as well.

Thank you so much for stopping by and for your continuous support.