A few weeks ago, my dad and I were driving down the road, the night before his first birthday.
It was sunny and bright, the only sound we could hear was the wind chimes.
I was asleep, in bed, with a pillow on my head.
It felt like the best day of my life.
But when I woke up, I was feeling really anxious.
I had just had a dream.
The dream was about my father, and it was about how he was going to die.
It seemed like a very dark place to be, but I knew that I needed to be with him, so I went to bed.
The next day, I woke back up in a completely different place, where my dream was no longer a dream, but a real life scenario that I’d been living all along.
My dad is gone.
But the day before he passed, I went out with a friend to a bar, and I had a really bad feeling about it.
He had a few drinks, and one of them was something I had never heard of: a syringe.
That’s how we met.
That night, I couldn’t sleep at all, so my friend and I went over to the bar to have some more.
We had to get the syringe in his hand.
But then we noticed something strange: He was sitting in the back seat.
He was wearing a shirt and jeans, and there was a needle on his wrist.
My friend pulled it out, and the needle was stuck.
That was the first time I had ever had to pull out a needle.
It’s kind of hard to explain to a child, but when I was growing up, that was the only way I could get a needle out of a syringes, so that’s how I learned about it, which is why I can’t stand needles.
I’m a nurse now, so sometimes I’ll pull out needles.
But sometimes, I’ll be at a bar and I’ll see my friends doing the same thing, and they’ll say, “Oh, that’s the one.”
So I just don’t know what it is, but maybe the syringing thing has something to do with it.
So, I had to go home and figure it out.
I have a friend who has this amazing experience.
She’s a psychologist and she works with people in recovery, so she came to visit me that night, and she’s just so sweet.
She says, “I’m glad you’re home, because you know I just want you to know that I have this amazing idea for you.”
So, we went to dinner, and after dinner, she was right.
She said, “Well, it’s like you were telling me before, but you just got a syphilis infection, so you don’t have any friends.”
And I said, no, I do have a couple friends.
“No, you don.
You have a boyfriend, and he’s a doctor, so he’s in charge of your care.”
And she was like, “That’s not fair!”
And I was like: “Well…you’re a doctor.
So…you can’t treat me like this.”
And then I told her that she shouldn’t treat my boyfriend, because he’s not a doctor and he doesn’t care about me, because I’m not sick.
And then we went home, and we had a couple drinks.
And I told my dad that we’d been to the right place, and that I wanted to go back to sleep.
And he said, I’m going to go into a room, and if he wants me to stay up all night, he can come in.
I know it’s not true, but…
I’m going back to bed, and my dad is still sitting there in his chair.
And all of a sudden, my father’s arms are around my neck, and his arms are touching my shoulders.
I don’t remember that night.
And the next day…he’s back in the bed.
I can still feel him touching my back.
And that’s when I told him that I’ve got to get back to the bedroom.
I’ve been feeling like this since then.
The night before he died, I started to feel sick.
My whole body was shaking.
It just felt like I had been awake for a long time, and suddenly I had this terrible feeling in my stomach.
It wasn’t just that my whole body started shaking.
The whole body felt really uncomfortable.
I thought I was going crazy.
I kept thinking, “Where is he?”
And my dad said, My God, I can tell you, this is going to be the worst thing I’ve ever seen.
But at that point, I just started crying, and crying, crying.
And after a while, I got up and said to my dad, I have to go to the bathroom.
So I got into the shower and I got in the shower