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Dad
I will never forget the day my father called to tell me he was dying of leukemia, and he only had two weeks left. ...
Two days after finding out that my dad was sick, my mom, brother and I met him in Vancouver. ... With each trip I could see many changes in my dad. ... He called to say that our dad was very weak, confused, and couldn’t stand. ... Lloyd said he would call back with any updates on
Dad. ... While Lloyd and Dad were in the hospital emergency room I was pacing the floor frantically waiting for any information they could give me. ... All I could think about was seeing my dad. ... So I slowly approached my dad’s room by myself. ... Once I realized which patient was my father, I walked up to him very slowly and proceeded to say, “Dad it’s me, Karen. ... ” This was a strong indication that my dad was slowing slipping away, and there was nothing I could do about it. ...
The next morning we went to the hospital fairly early, only to find out that our dad had tried to craw out of bed and he fell.
Approximate Word count = 963
Approximate Pages = 3.9
(250 words per page double spaced)
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