“You can never forget the ones you love.”, He said with a big smile plastered on his perfect face. But he didn’t know.
I was 12 years-old when my father fell into a coma after he was hit by a drunk driver. I still don’t know the name of the person because it was a hit-and-run but that doesn’t really matter. As the days and weeks went by my mother never lost hope and she never gave up on him.
You could tell it was taking a toll on her though. She went from being told she was loved everyday to not being told for 6 months straight, but she managed to keep a smile. She was the only one who kept me positive and the only one who could always find the bright story. But it all changed so quickly.
My father woke up 6 months after the accident and everyone was so happy and relieved that he had awoken, except for him. He was confused and frazzled by the amount of people that were waiting for him to wake and it was even worse that he forgot all of us.
It took my mother a whole month to accept that the man she loved was missing from her life. My father had moved out and my mother’s depression had moved in. She harmed herself all down her arms and thighs she also thought I never knew, but trust me I did. I helped her as much as I could and I thought she was getting better but she wasn’t.
4 months after my father had waken I walked into our small home and found my mother lying in a pool of her own blood. I ran to her a kneeled down hoping to feel a slight pulse but there was none. I called the 9-1-1 even though I knew there was nothing they could do for her. I waited 47 minutes for the ambulance and all I did those 47 minutes was lay in my mothers blood and hold her dead, cold, lifeless body. I was 13.
2 weeks after my 14th birthday my father was drunk driving and was killed in a car accident with innocent people. I couldn’t comprehend what they had told me. All I knew was that I had no parents. So, at the age of 14 I officially lost both of my parents.
I am now 15 and I have been living with my grandparents for the past 2 years. I have gone to many counseling sessions and groups for “kids like me” and I’ve gotten better over the years.
But the truth is I’ll never forget their forgotten love.