Schema for the piece: My dad passed away from ALS last August. He suffered about 3 years from this horrific disease. He was 71 when he passed away. He lived a great healthy life prior to being diagnoised with ALS. We miss him dearly!
I sat impatiently, staring at the telephone waiting for it to R-ing! I felt like I was wrapped so tight in fear. I wanted to hear some beautiful words, but knew inside that probably wasn’t going to happen. Sitting alone, I began thinking of the worst scenerio possible. I felt as sad as a melting ice cream cone. So many questions were whirling around my head. “Please don’t tell me he has ALS,” I said. No, please No!
Feeling so scared…. I knew my dad was on his way to Northwestern Hospital looking for answers to his symptoms. I had been dreading this day, but we needed answers. I didn’t really want to know what was happening, or did I? Of course I did, but I was super scared of the possible outcome. He was not getting better, but progressively worse. How scary!
The phone call came. I couldn’t believe my ears. Or should I say I didn’t want to believe what I was hearing. It was scary and I was really scared. I began thinking about this ugly disease, but didn’t realize it had become a reality. My dad was diagnoised with ALS.
With sadness that only kept growing, I realized how hard it would be to see someone you love fall apart day by day. I now realize how hard it was to have lost the man that inspired me to succeed my entire life. There are many days that pass when I feel like a baby cub without his mother!
Miss you Dad!