The Shocking Moments of My life - @dwings

Greetings to all steemians, it's been awhile and I'm glad to be part of this contest by @sitaraindaryas. All the best to every participant.

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Growing up as a young boy, I had always loved my parents, I cherished them so much that I always stood up for them whenever such need arises. Despite the fact that sometimes they might do things that gets me upset, I took all in good faith knowing that they meant no harm, all they wanted was the best for me.

My dad was a very jovial person and he loved us so much. Most times he gives me and my siblings the opportunity to decide what the whole family would eat and whatever we choose to have is what my mom would prepare. He was a caring dad who never shys away from his responsibilities as a father, to the best of his abilities; he always stood up for us, I could remember when one of my siblings got maltreated by his class teacher, my dad never took it lightly, he approached the school authority and demanded for them to look into the matter with all amount of urgency.

There were some occasions he took ill but recovered with time and at such moment my mom would take up a greater part of his responsibilities due to his incapacities at such moments.

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My dad took ill again and this time it was very serious, my uncle who is a medical practitioner sacrificed knowledge, time, resources to help in his speedy recovery. At some point we were just believing in God to restore his health; prayers were made for him by many people. It worsen when he couldn't communicate with anyone again, though he was still breathing fine.

On one fateful evening, we were visited by one of our pastors in church, after encouraging us, he prayed for my dad and left. The next day or thereabout, there was a miracle, my dad could now voice out, thought it wasn't very audible, you need to pay attention very well for you to get what he was saying.

We all went to our different schools as usual on a fateful day, by this time, my elder sister was in her 100 level in the University of Calabar, Nigeria; while I was just a year to my final external examination class in my secondary school.

On arriving home that day, I was surprised to see faces I haven't seen for quite a long time, there were pop ups in my mind, something must have gone wrong, I said to myself; I went straight to were my dad was and I couldn't help tears down my cheek and my mind even though I tried to comport myself just to be strong for my mom that was already wailing at the backyard with neighbours comforting her.

I went back into the room where my dad was lying after telling my mom to stop crying; I discovered my dad was struggling with his breathe with tears gathered in his eyes. I couldn't tell while he was crying and at this point he couldn't communicate to me; some people adviced my mom to get him food to eat but he couldn't take the pap that was made for him.

I watched my dad kicked the bucket before my very eyes.
It dawn on me that my dad is gone to the great beyond when an ambulance drove in to move his body to the mortuary.

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This is one of the most pathetic and shocking moments of my life. Watching my helpless dad breathe his last. I began to wonder what life would turn out to be without the support we got from our dad. It took us time to recover from the shock my dad's demise brought on us.

It's quite unfortunate that my shocking moment is a sad one. But we've all moved on. Though at some point, we do recollect the moments we shared together.
Rest in peace, dad.🛤️

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