just last month I was notified that my father, who is not only my father but my hero and my best friend, was diagnosed with liver disease. Not even an hour later, I got a call that my daddy was in the hospital, had received a blood transfusion, and had lost a lot of blood and was unable to talk. I rushed to ### to be with him and I was seeing my daddy on his death bed, and it hurt so bad. He was unable to see and was unable to talk, and his legs were hugely swollen, and his stomach was huge, and he was just laying there not knowing where he was. I walked in, I wanted to pass out or burst into tears seeing him like that. He was trying to talk to me, and he couldn't talk, and I let him know I needed him and I love him. I would have to see him. My head was pounding, and I had to go rest, and I left. I had requested prayers, and the next day, my dad was up and walking around, was talking, and happy. Then my family moved him away from me to ### so he could have his sister care for him, and I was not told he was moving, and I am now lost without him. He is in the final stages of his illness, and I don't know. I feel I should be next to my daddy. I have been praying and begging the Lord not to take my daddy. I have lost almost all my special people in one year: my grandfather and both my grandmas and my best friend was murdered two days after my birthday. To lose my hero, my daddy, my best friend, I don't know if I can stay sane and deal with it. My family acts like I'm no one; I should be with my father by his side.
This is all I have to say at the moment.
This is all I have to say at the moment.
