Hey, it's me again.
The last two weeks wasn't the best week of ky life. The most crucial, actually. Beside of my thesis deadline getting close, my dad got hospitalized for a heart attack.
June, 28th about 9.30 p.m. It was so sudden. And it was just a day after he said something about death ceremony. I totally lost my composure when he was at the emergency room. And when we got to the closest hospital, they couldn't take action bcs they didn't had heart-doctor (I don't know what they called). So we had to move to another hospital in the city. Long night passed slowly. I couldn't stop thinking about what he said the other day, and tears come automatically, all night. So did mom. Mom, me and bro stayed night at the space of the patient's fam. And it was an open room, and the night was so cold.
The next day, the hospital said that there was no development of dad's heart so we had to move again in the bigger hospital. And we ended up in one of the biggest hospital in Yogyakarta. The first three night was the toughest. Mom wouldn't want to stayed at the patient guest room so we had to deal and slept in the corner, with mattres and such.
Dad got better day by day and finally, we could go to home at July, 4rd in the evening.
He's still in a weak condition by now. But I really do hope for his health. There're still so much thing that I wanted him to see, to be proud of. I still want to eat together, giving him a hug and kisses everymorning, and soon.
I love you Dad. The most, and always.
The last two weeks wasn't the best week of ky life. The most crucial, actually. Beside of my thesis deadline getting close, my dad got hospitalized for a heart attack.
June, 28th about 9.30 p.m. It was so sudden. And it was just a day after he said something about death ceremony. I totally lost my composure when he was at the emergency room. And when we got to the closest hospital, they couldn't take action bcs they didn't had heart-doctor (I don't know what they called). So we had to move to another hospital in the city. Long night passed slowly. I couldn't stop thinking about what he said the other day, and tears come automatically, all night. So did mom. Mom, me and bro stayed night at the space of the patient's fam. And it was an open room, and the night was so cold.
The next day, the hospital said that there was no development of dad's heart so we had to move again in the bigger hospital. And we ended up in one of the biggest hospital in Yogyakarta. The first three night was the toughest. Mom wouldn't want to stayed at the patient guest room so we had to deal and slept in the corner, with mattres and such.
Dad got better day by day and finally, we could go to home at July, 4rd in the evening.
He's still in a weak condition by now. But I really do hope for his health. There're still so much thing that I wanted him to see, to be proud of. I still want to eat together, giving him a hug and kisses everymorning, and soon.
I love you Dad. The most, and always.
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