Every sense I was a little girl I have always been a daddy’s girl. My mom always tells me she couldn’t wait to have a daughter of her own because she wanted a little girl she could do everything with her, little did she knew I would grow up wanting to do everything with my dad.
My grandparents lived on a farm and every weekend my dad would wake up early and go to his parents’ house and help my grandpa with his farm, he would be there for planting season, bailing hay, and harvesting season. I remember waking up each weekend early just so I could go with him. Sometimes on our way home from an busy day my dad would let both my brother and I drive his truck, we would sit on his lap and run the steering wheel while my dad controlled the gas and brakes, we loved every minute of driving dad’s ford f150 or as we called it “Big ole Red”. On my wedding day, right before it was our turn to walk down the aisle my dad turned and look at me and said the front door is to our left you still have time to run, I laughed and replied you have nothing to worry about dad, I will always be your little girl no matter what!
So many memories came rushing back to me this past week while I was sitting in the waiting room at Mayo Clinic watching an computerized board, it had a bunch of random numbers on it, the nurse gave us an seven digit number that would show up on the board and it would tell us where my dad was at, either he would be entering the operating room waiting for his surgery to begin, it also tells you when the surgery starts and when you go into recovery. As I watched the number change from waiting in the operating room to surgery has started my heart just dropped. All I kept thinking about is what if something goes wrong, I’m not ready to say goodbye yet. I honestly think no one’s ready to say goodbye to someone they love. After three hours went bye I got sick to my stomach, not knowing what is going on or why is it taking so long was making me nauseous. When I saw his number go from surgery has begun to patient on their way to recovery everything seemed to settle down in my stomach, especially when the nurse called from the operating room to say everything went great and you should be able to see him in a couple hours. After hour and half we were able to see him, I held his hand tight and told him how much I loved him and he can never leave me. Even though someday he will pass away but right now I will cherish every moment I have with him because you never know what will happen tomorrow.
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