Sixteen years ago tonight it was my turn to sleep next to the hospital bed that my dying father lay in the middle of our family room. I remember that night vividly. In the wee hours of the morning my mom woke me and told me to finish sleeping before school in my own room. She was awake and could take watch.
Little did I know that just a couple short hours later she would be waking me to tell me that my dad was gone.
It is hard for me to believe that it has been sixteen years. I was just a vulnerable sixteen years old at the time. What a brutal thing for a sixteen year old girl to have to go through.
I miss my dad. I am thankful for the time I had with him.