Feels of Father Day

Years ago I had a father and he was around, though I was not really closed to my father as the way I was closer to my mother.  Among us, we have six brothers and sisters of us and we are all lucky, we are all alive and healthy and best of all we are all around in a city of different corners of the same city, each of us have our own family and having a place being assigned a word for it, as a “house” to line in.

Ultimately, the final day of my father was arrived; it was not suppose to be his final day at that time.  I was strongly believed so.  When I was working as an account executive and having a meeting in the office.  A call from my mother, telling me in sobbing voice that my father was in critical condition, she was told in confidence by the hospital staff nurse that something was amiss.  Without second thought, I borrowed an expensive luxury car from my boss and went straight to the hospital emergency unit even though I was not supposed to drive my car to the entrance of the emergency unit and parked there. The hospital guard tried to get me moved the car but called off by the Doctor in charge of the emergency ward my father was awarded.

I walked in and overheard, the nurse talked and accused the young doctor “Doctor in charge asked you not to carried out the operation on the patience, he is too old and too weak and might not be able to sustain, yet you still did it, now the son drove a big and expensive luxury car and I believe he is able to institute legal case against you and your future will definitely gone” The young doctor unrepentantly said “what do you know about medicine, if I could save him, I will be able to save many others” The nurse raised her voice “Yes, I don’t know, so you keep on taking patience as guinea pigs and kill them, they are human beings!” The Doctor in charge walked in and said with unhappy tone “Please keep the voice down, this is the operation room and the patience next of kin, they are out all there” he turned and faced the young doctor, I won’t lie for you in the court of law”

Those remarks really made my temple flared; it was up to the boiling point.  I was nearly gone inside the operation’s room and gave the young doctor a few punches. My mother was around and she was sobbing, no choice, a good son of my mother, there was no way to add more worries for her right at that moment.  I was and controlled my temple. The young doctor and the nurse walked out, the senior doctor walked away.  The young doctor begged me for forgiveness, then he begged my mother, then he begged me and my mother and me.  The nurse confirmed that he had asked his best friend, the specialist and highly authoritative on such an area of sickness to rescued him and he would bear all costs for the treatment.

My father was truly gone at the wrong time; it should have not his time to go. However there was nothing I could do, taking legal action to the young doctor? Could it bring back my father? A big NO, we or rather I, the eldest and the most expected of my father and mother to take things in my hand, leading all my juniors, setting example for them to have a better life, showing them the way as an responsible traits that one’s should be.

One of those fine day, many times, out from nowhere, out from no reason, out from unexplainable, I was having fears to encounter nightfall, the darkness of long deep nights. Nightmare was there and awakened me very often at middle of the night by the time it should be the sound and deep in sleep with sweet dreams.  Before my father had gone, these fine and uncalled for nights kept me swept and awaked me very frequently.  After my father joined my grandpa in their world, the nights of nightmare were gone; it was started at one nice night.

I was having the nightmare again; I was in the middle of fighting with unwanted elements, they kept on changing their shape, a fierce figure like demon, a scaring deformed creature with blood (No color) all over the fractured head like ghost. I was defeated and run away but my legs were just not moving!  A loud and fierce voice like thunder pounding behind me “Don’t you dare to hurt my son, don’t you creature dare to scare my son, I will destroy all of you in all worlds” I turned looked at my back, it was my deceased father and he chased them away. Thereafter, until now, night by night, it was and it is a sweat dream night. The so called nightmare completely erased from my life and my memories.

Even though, I was not very close to my father, there were pieces of memories, clicking me together with my father. Especially during, before and after the Father Day, those and theses few days, there bound to be unforgettable feels of joys and concerns of the days when I were with my father.  It is undeniable facts that I wish and do sincerely wish and it is the deepest wish of my deepest heart that if I could be with my father, my mother and my all juniors once more time in the rest of my life.  I wonder? Could it be?

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