Pray for us.. please

Mum: “Why haven’t you seen dad? don’t you know he’s sick...”

Dad: “Why haven’t you seen me? Don’t you know i’m sick“..

Me: Sorry mum I’ve just been busy with family and Uni I’m just tired.. i’ll come around..

Dad: .. *Hangs up*

Good morning dad.. how are you? mum tells me you’ve been unwell?

*Dad continues watching his Samoa news on youtube..*

Me: Dad I’ve brought coffee and some breakfast .. lets sit outside and talk and eat.. Meanwhile *mum’s complaining in the background about how unsettled he has been* …

*We have a chat and have some breaky..*

Dad: “i’m tired now, i’m going to go in and sleep”

*Dad has a 3 hour nap*

Me: Hey dad, did you have a good sleep ?

Dad: *looks at me* Hi, when did you come?..

Within in the next few hours our lives took a turn…….

Dad became more confused and disoriented and couldn’t piece sentences or words together..

Did I know this could be the last time i’d be able to sit outside and have a chat with my dad? …

NO…… BUT WILL WE EVER REALLY KNOW?

If you know me, you’ll know how deeply connected I am with my family and my parents and my DAD…

Right now… I am sitting in the emergency waiting room, with mum, my siblings and our partners and our children…. I cannot help but feel the heaviness in my chest and this constant question repeating itself over and over again..

HAVE I DONE ENOUGH?

Dad have we done enough to help you?? ..

Will you ever know.. how much you have done for us??..

I feel nothing but heartache and helplessness.. as I watch strangers try to give life to man with so much meaning to us.. and little to them..

BUT I hope that they see our tears and hear our prayers as we gather around dad .. and do their very best to give us our dad back..

All I ask from you is to please pray for us too.. remember him today.. please.