Daddy’s Little Princess

My dad passed away last year 2nd October, he was in a serious condition, and before that he had a blood disorder. His bone marrow was producing too little blood cells. He was staying at SJMC hospital for about a year, until april or somewhere there he was moved to Mount Elizabeth in Singapore. When he was in SJMC I visited him every weekend. But when he moved to Singapore, I was a little sad, because I was so used to seeing him so often. But he called alot so I still got to talk to him. He always sounded happy on the phone, but I think I knew that he would want to be home and well. During the holidays I would always go down to Singapore and visit him. Soon enough he was well and got discharged from the hospital but he still went back everyday for blood tests and such. He walked around so much in Singapore so much it seemed as if he knew it by heart (well a small part of it). Once when I was in Malaysia, I heard that he even drove around in my sister’s car (she worked and stayed there with her husband). It was great seeing him so well. When I went with him to take his blood test I’d be a little creeped out by the big syringe and go out to the lounge just outside the room and watch movies. And soon it became a routine for me. He came back home a few times to be with me and my sister and it was fun (though he’d spent most of his time in front of the computer playing bubble shooter and spider solitare). He was the best dad anyone could ever have. Before he was sick, when my mum was doing stuff in the room he would slip me some money and say “Quickly keep it before she comes out!” and I would laugh and run to my room. His condition seemed to worsen. He didn’t get enough oxygen in his body and needed an oxygen mask all the time. But even then he would act as if it was nothing. My uncle, and my relatives on my dad’s side would pray for him all the time and they visited when they could. And they also donated blood if they were qualified too. And during his birthday last year, they all paid him a surprise visit and that day he was really happy and made a lot of jokes. Then he came home for a while, we ‘rented’ an oxygen tank and bought an air purifier so it would be easier for him at home. Then nearing the end of september and beginning of october it was really bad, we had call an ambulance to come to take him to the hospital in Singapore. It was THAT bad. My sister (another one, who isn’t married) and my mum went in the ambulance. So I was left alone. And that night in bed I cried myself to sleep. The next day, I went to school and my sister hadn’t come back yet so I did my homework, then she came back, she told me that my father’s condition was really bad, he had to have a ventilator to help him breathe because not enough oxygen was going to his lungs, then the next day, my mum told my sister that there was acid in his kidneys and they were putting him on a dialysis to help get rid of some of the acid, but the doctor said the acid was coming too quick. The next night on Ist October, my sister called my aunty and uncle who were going down the next day to visit my dad whether we could come along too. So the next day, I didn’t go to school and went to see my dad. When we arrived we went to his room and when I saw him, I just burst out crying. It was just painful to see him like that. There were tubes all over the place and the only noises I could hear were sobs, the ventilator and the dialysis. Then it happened. I was so upset and wished it never happened. Now its just so different around the house, its so quiet. All I can say now is that he was the best and the bravest dad ever! I MISS YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!