This House Is Not A Home

Dedicated to those who don't feel like their houses are homes- whatever the reason may be. In 2011, my father collapsed in the tub. He would later die in the hospital. It was around 4:30am- he used to wake up so early in the morning to get ready for work. I remember my mother screaming. She had heard him collapse. I was in a deep sleep and I ate toy woke up in a panic. Could barely find the phone to call 911. I remember passing the bathroom door and looking in to what looked like a surreal scene of my mother on her knees, trying to get my father to come to. It was like it was all a movie. When the paramedics came, they grabbed my father from the tub and dragged him out of the bathroom. I ...View all