I don’t want to say goodbye yet…
It’s 2:30 in the morning when I got the call that made my heart drop, trying to find a way to bring our four girls to the hospital because they say you may not make it.
My mind goes numb with so many emotions, but the one that fights to get to the surface is fear.
Fear that this will be the last time I see you.
Fear that there will be nothing they can do to help you.
I’ve never been so helpless in my life.
It’s been 18 years,
I don’t know how to imagine my life without you.
It’s to the point where I can’t shed any tears.
I’ve convinced myself that everything will be fine, that you will pull through this.
Because I can’t break down in the middle of the waiting room of the Operating theatre.
All I can do is pray that you will come back to us