Home...The Other One VI

After four straight hours of watching nurses poke him and doctors come and go with little to no hope to offer, I waited for him to fall asleep and then went to find air. Erin left about an hour after I arrived, his other daughter never bothers to even call to see if he is dead or alive and I can't sit here another minute...I need a time out.

I walked out into parking lot and looked around; I can spot the beach I learned to swim, the one my parents would take us to on a daily basis in the summer. I can see the extra large science centre I loved going to on school field trips; my father hauled every single one of those boulders to keep it above the water line and he is damn proud what he brought to that. No matter how far back I walked into my childhood, it just doesn't feel like home anymore...I'm visiting ghosts. I walked to the far end of the parking lot where the tree line starts; I have no idea where I am going to go from here and I have no idea how to even get there. His slow death is starting to make me feel lonely...I can't imagine what it's like for him. I wiped my tears, took a deep breath and walked back to the hospital; I don't know what's worse, having one of the only seats to watch my father suffer or having to do it in my own personal nightmare by having to be home...