I Love You, Daddy

Posted on May 12, 2008 in Stories & Random Thoughts by little mochi

I read on someone’s Facebook page today a story of a young girl’s tear jerking experience. She saw her father die as she was calling 911. Basically, she came home late one night, went in to check up on her father, and went to bed knowing that he’s sound asleep. A few hours later, she woke up to his wheezing. She called the paramedics, told them that her dad was having a heart attack. A few minutes later, they arrived, gave him CPR, did almost everything they could to get a heart beat. But it was too late. It was too late. A few minutes too late.

She titled her story, “I’m Sorry Daddy, I Love You.” She was sorry for coming home late that night, for not spending that one last night with him. She was sorry for not being a better daughter. She was sorry for the last argument they had. She was sorry that she didn’t wake up a few minutes earlier - the few minutes that could have saved his life. She was sorry she never told him that she loved him.

It was now too late.

It made me cry because it was rare that I tell my parents that I loved them. I really appreciate everything that they have done for me but have not told them that I loved them.

My dad was napping on the couch when I got their home after work today. I stared at his face as he snored and almost cried. Thoughts of the story suddenly ran through my head. If my dad suddenly had a heart attack at that moment, I wouldn’t know what to do.

The words “I Love You” is among one of the hardest things to say. Although I can’t seem to say it to my parents, I hope they know that I do love them and appreciate them for all that they have done.



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