May 30th is the day that my
father died.
May 30th, 1999. Two years ago on this day I woke up to my mom telling me that an
ambulance was taking him to the
hospital. I didn't have my glasses or contacts on, my sister and I went into the living room together and neither of us said anything, we just looked at our dad. Finally, he told us to go to our
rooms. He didn't want us to see him that way.
That was the last time that either of us saw him alive.
Needless to say, this day, not to mention the entire weekend of Memorial Day, is not my favorite out of the year.