FREE HUGS
My father isn't the expressive, sentimental type.
He isn't the hugging. "I love you" kind of guy.
But I recall that, as a young girl, he showed his love to me the only way he knew best.
He spent enormous time with me. We'd jog together every night, walk to a pizza joint on weekends and simply talk. (Actually, I'd do all the talking and he'd do the listening.)
My father.. Was my bestfriend.
A few months ago, Dad was trying to fix a light bulb in our garage standing on a chair for greater reach, he lost his balance and went crashing down.
His head hit the concrete floor, and immediately, blood spurted out like water from an open faucet.
Because of the impact, there was like a dripping faucet inside his brain as well.
Blood clots started to appear in his X-rays and began to experience paralysis in his body. Even after brain surgery, he lost his language ability because of a new blood clot; found even deeper than the others-too deep for another surgery to reach.
The greatest blow was severe pneumonia, an infection that developed after a few months of staying in the hospital. His lungs were now filled with fluid, and that was when the crisis hit. He was hooked up to a respirator and the long wait begun. .
The doctors told us frankly that he could go anytime. At that point, he was only absorbing 20% of the oxygen, they were pumping into him.. Someone doesn't last too long in that state.
I looked at Dad's hands and face.. They were bluish in color. I whispered to his ear.. "I love you, Dad".
That was when he regained consciousness for a few minutes. He looked at me with so much sadness in his eyes.
Then he did something that he never did in my entire life.. He raised his hands towards my face and clasped me on both cheeks.. Then he brought me down towards him and gave me a hug.
My father gave me a hug.
he was telling me that he loved me, too.
He was also bidding farewell.
My emotions were running wild inside me.
I was both grieving and joyful.
Joyful.. Because for the first time, my tough, unsentimental fatehr gave me a hug..
Grieving..Because he was going away..Grieving because it might be the last hug Ill get from him.
"Dad, we should have done this a long time ago," I muttered to myself.
Today, my father has recovered a little bit, narrowly escaping that ordeal.
I hug him more often now.
Let's give more FREE HUGS today.. Till there's time..
He isn't the hugging. "I love you" kind of guy.
But I recall that, as a young girl, he showed his love to me the only way he knew best.
He spent enormous time with me. We'd jog together every night, walk to a pizza joint on weekends and simply talk. (Actually, I'd do all the talking and he'd do the listening.)
My father.. Was my bestfriend.
A few months ago, Dad was trying to fix a light bulb in our garage standing on a chair for greater reach, he lost his balance and went crashing down.
His head hit the concrete floor, and immediately, blood spurted out like water from an open faucet.
Because of the impact, there was like a dripping faucet inside his brain as well.
Blood clots started to appear in his X-rays and began to experience paralysis in his body. Even after brain surgery, he lost his language ability because of a new blood clot; found even deeper than the others-too deep for another surgery to reach.
The greatest blow was severe pneumonia, an infection that developed after a few months of staying in the hospital. His lungs were now filled with fluid, and that was when the crisis hit. He was hooked up to a respirator and the long wait begun. .
The doctors told us frankly that he could go anytime. At that point, he was only absorbing 20% of the oxygen, they were pumping into him.. Someone doesn't last too long in that state.
I looked at Dad's hands and face.. They were bluish in color. I whispered to his ear.. "I love you, Dad".
That was when he regained consciousness for a few minutes. He looked at me with so much sadness in his eyes.
Then he did something that he never did in my entire life.. He raised his hands towards my face and clasped me on both cheeks.. Then he brought me down towards him and gave me a hug.
My father gave me a hug.
he was telling me that he loved me, too.
He was also bidding farewell.
My emotions were running wild inside me.
I was both grieving and joyful.
Joyful.. Because for the first time, my tough, unsentimental fatehr gave me a hug..
Grieving..Because he was going away..Grieving because it might be the last hug Ill get from him.
"Dad, we should have done this a long time ago," I muttered to myself.
Today, my father has recovered a little bit, narrowly escaping that ordeal.
I hug him more often now.
Let's give more FREE HUGS today.. Till there's time..
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