The worst evening of my life...
October 2008 was a
really rotten month .. Granddad George (Mum's lovely Dad) died and then I found out about Dad.
We had just got back from England after burying Granddad. Dad went back to the hospital to finish the tests he was having when Granddad died.
I remember spending the weekend with Cedric. On Sunday, we had Sunday lunch together. In the evening Cedric drove home. Daddy as usual told him “Bonne Semaine!” (Have a good week!) as he walked out the door.
I was ready to go to my room, but Mum and Dad asked me to stay downstairs with them. They needed to talk to me. They asked me to sit down, and I knew then that there was a problem. But I thought I was in trouble... I didn't excpect what was coming next.
"I have Lou Gehrig's disease." I didn't really know what it was, so they explained it to me. They gave me the gut-wrentching statistics. When they told me that Dad couldn't get better, I didn't know what to do or say ... They told me that Sam knew, but they wanted to wait to tell the boys, Benjamin and Alex were still too young to learn that their father was going to leave us.
I asked Mum and Dad why they did not tell me while Cedric was here. They replied that they did not want him to do drive such a long way after hearing the news.
On one hand I resented them for not telling me while Cedric was there, but then again I am grateful for not doing it because a 45-minute drive with this kind of information on your mind is not ideal. ..
I went up to my room, I wanted to call Cedric, I needed to hear his voice, hear him reassure me that everything would be fine ... Then I realized that he not arrived home yet. I didn't want to tell him over the phone (I could not wait a week to tell him face to face ...) but I could not tell him that while he was driving. I had to wait. So I called a friend to tell her because I could not keep it to myself, I needed someone to talk to.
After that phone call I heard footsteps on the stairs. It was Dad, he gave me a hug and told me he loved me. He probably said other things but I can't remember. He probably told me that I had to go to bed because I had school tomorrow ...
Once Dad had gone back downstairs, I got the long awaited message from Cedric saying he had arrived safely. When I told him about dad he did not know what to say. I think he was very shocked and sad but he found the right words (as usual!) and he managed to lift my spirits. And I thank him for that. We spent a while on the phone talking, and when I hung up I felt a little better, and I had to go to bed, there was school the next day ...
That was the worst night of my life so far.
I hope my story didn't dappen your spirits too much. (There were tears flooding down my face while writing this article, because I had never really thought about that night and now that I have, I feel as if I just relived that evening ...)
I think thats enough sadness for this evening...
XOXO
We had just got back from England after burying Granddad. Dad went back to the hospital to finish the tests he was having when Granddad died.
I remember spending the weekend with Cedric. On Sunday, we had Sunday lunch together. In the evening Cedric drove home. Daddy as usual told him “Bonne Semaine!” (Have a good week!) as he walked out the door.
I was ready to go to my room, but Mum and Dad asked me to stay downstairs with them. They needed to talk to me. They asked me to sit down, and I knew then that there was a problem. But I thought I was in trouble... I didn't excpect what was coming next.
"I have Lou Gehrig's disease." I didn't really know what it was, so they explained it to me. They gave me the gut-wrentching statistics. When they told me that Dad couldn't get better, I didn't know what to do or say ... They told me that Sam knew, but they wanted to wait to tell the boys, Benjamin and Alex were still too young to learn that their father was going to leave us.
I asked Mum and Dad why they did not tell me while Cedric was here. They replied that they did not want him to do drive such a long way after hearing the news.
On one hand I resented them for not telling me while Cedric was there, but then again I am grateful for not doing it because a 45-minute drive with this kind of information on your mind is not ideal. ..
I went up to my room, I wanted to call Cedric, I needed to hear his voice, hear him reassure me that everything would be fine ... Then I realized that he not arrived home yet. I didn't want to tell him over the phone (I could not wait a week to tell him face to face ...) but I could not tell him that while he was driving. I had to wait. So I called a friend to tell her because I could not keep it to myself, I needed someone to talk to.
After that phone call I heard footsteps on the stairs. It was Dad, he gave me a hug and told me he loved me. He probably said other things but I can't remember. He probably told me that I had to go to bed because I had school tomorrow ...
Once Dad had gone back downstairs, I got the long awaited message from Cedric saying he had arrived safely. When I told him about dad he did not know what to say. I think he was very shocked and sad but he found the right words (as usual!) and he managed to lift my spirits. And I thank him for that. We spent a while on the phone talking, and when I hung up I felt a little better, and I had to go to bed, there was school the next day ...
That was the worst night of my life so far.
I hope my story didn't dappen your spirits too much. (There were tears flooding down my face while writing this article, because I had never really thought about that night and now that I have, I feel as if I just relived that evening ...)
I think thats enough sadness for this evening...
XOXO
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