So my grandparents from my momma side are visiting from Jacksonville and the other morning the worst thing possible happened to my Tatay while on vacation. He collapsed, and everyone was still asleep except my Nanay, thank God. She started yelling for my mom, and once I heard I woke up and came out of my room and saw my mom frantically run downstairs, as I followed her down, I found my Tatay on the floor with Nanay trying to keep him from falling in and out of consiousness. I was so scared, and while mom was on the phone with 911, I tried my best to keep Tatay awake, and as I tried, I felt his cheeks and they were oddly cold. Within 15 minutes the paramedics came in and within another 10 min he was on a bed and rolling out of my house. As I watched the paramedics roll my Tatay out of the house and into the ambulance, and seeing the fire truck there with its sirens going off and lights, I was taken back.
The last time I saw such a thing was the night they took my Lolo away, just a couple days before he died. I started tearing up because of this uncontrolable emotion I started feeling, I felt like I was suffocating. I knew then that I had to keep it together for my mom, because she was already tearing up while talking to the paramedics. You see, Tatay and Nanay aren't my mom's parents, my mom's parents both passed away, her dad when I was just 3 and her mom when I was 15, so they really all my mom's got left as parental figures. And all I've got left as grandparents on that side of the family. It really sucks how after just one split second, your life can change. But it happens every day, every second we live our lives.
Tatay's under observation at the hospital, the doctors say he didn't have a heart attack or stroke, but it was cardiac related, and that it might be a precursor to a future heart attack. I visited him today, and he told me he feels much better and he insists on going home but the doctors won't allow it, and neither will Nanay and my parents. Hopefully things get better tomorrow, but for now, he'll stay in my prayers.
The last time I saw such a thing was the night they took my Lolo away, just a couple days before he died. I started tearing up because of this uncontrolable emotion I started feeling, I felt like I was suffocating. I knew then that I had to keep it together for my mom, because she was already tearing up while talking to the paramedics. You see, Tatay and Nanay aren't my mom's parents, my mom's parents both passed away, her dad when I was just 3 and her mom when I was 15, so they really all my mom's got left as parental figures. And all I've got left as grandparents on that side of the family. It really sucks how after just one split second, your life can change. But it happens every day, every second we live our lives.
Tatay's under observation at the hospital, the doctors say he didn't have a heart attack or stroke, but it was cardiac related, and that it might be a precursor to a future heart attack. I visited him today, and he told me he feels much better and he insists on going home but the doctors won't allow it, and neither will Nanay and my parents. Hopefully things get better tomorrow, but for now, he'll stay in my prayers.
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