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Words cannot explain the way I feel at this moment. I watched you die, I watched you slip from this life. Chest compressions, nurses on top of your hospital bed giving you CPR and trying to save your life. It took you five hours to die- 3 critical codes. cardiac arrest. I saw your heart, the echocardiogram Your heart was beating so slowly, I could barely watch what was happening outside of the emergency room. I felt numb, I felt nothing; in the moment, I couldn't feel a **** thing. I have cried many times and I feel absolutely guilty for going out to dinner, and spending time with friends and family without you here. I know you wouldn't want me to stop living my life. But by god do I feel guilty for trying to live my life. This poem isn't eloquent or even beautiful. However, I feel I had to release this pain I've been feeling. It's as though a knife has cut straight down from my chest to my stomach. This pain is inconsistent- heart disease is so common Most people don't even think about it until they are in the same situation. I can't write anymore, if I do I'll end up falling apart. © 2016 Christina Jackson
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Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 12:52 AM UTC
Dear Dad
Words cannot explain the way I feel at this moment. I watched you die, I watched you slip from this life. Chest compressions, nurses on top of your hospital bed giving you CPR and trying to save your life. It took you five hours to die- 3 critical codes. cardiac arrest. I saw your heart, the echocardiogram Your heart was beating so slowly, I could barely watch what was happening outside of the emergency room. I felt numb, I felt nothing; in the moment, I couldn't feel a **** thing. I have cried many times and I feel absolutely guilty for going out to dinner, and spending time with friends and family without you here. I know you wouldn't want me to stop living my life. But by god do I feel guilty for trying to live my life. This poem isn't eloquent or even beautiful. However, I feel I had to release this pain I've been feeling. It's as though a knife has cut straight down from my chest to my stomach. This pain is inconsistent- heart disease is so common Most people don't even think about it until they are in the same situation. I can't write anymore, if I do I'll end up falling apart. © 2016 Christina Jackson
RIP Dad, April 15th, 2016 My apologies for the terrible rhyming in this poem.
#life#death#beauty#change
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christina-jackson
29/F/American
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 12:52 AM UTC
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