There can be, bad ones, scary ones and good moments, but regardless of what happens it's remembered.


Yesterday while I was at my work, my old man stopped by to see how I was doing. Things weren't all great since the manager was on vacation but, I tried to keep a good mind about it.

Then my father told me the news that worried and surprised me.

"You mother had been admitted to the hospital She's okay but if you want to see her just letting you know"

Of course knowing my dad he usually doesn't sugar coat things when they're bad, but I could see he didn't want me to lose focus at my work. So I simply continued until I was let go for break.

Lucnhtime rolls around and I go to the room my dad tells me and I find out...

She was in the ICU

Now this started to worry me, questions ran through my head "what happened? Is it that bad? etc"

As the Nurses saw me looking around they noticed my ID tag and pointed me to the right room.

As I went in I saw three doctors all huddled around each other with puzzled and concerned looks talking to each other.

"How could she have lost that much blood so quickly?" I heard one of them say till I was spotted.

They were quiet, and asked if I could be helped, then they noticed my ID tags and put two and two together as they moved aside.

There I saw my mother just laying in the hospital bed, with IV and everything, she had a weak smile as she saw me but tears were rolling down her face.

I... I just started to cry at that point. But my mother try to tell me that I should keep it together.

"I'll be okay, don't worry your father will be here"

I found it really hard to just that especially when she was crying herself. I stayed as long as I could before I went back to work.

Few hours past and as I come back done with work, my old man is there as several nurses and doctors had few papers and were talking to my dad.

Not gonna say much detail about my mother's condition but long story short, the damage was bad surgery had to be done...

As the nurse explained this to me, my old man and my mother, he went by her side and held her hand. She wanted me to get a hold of my siblings, which I quickly called.

"I want you guys to take care of each other, ok? stay safe, and son please keep an eye on your father."

I was holding myself as best I could, my mother was freaking out, my old man who I never seen cry started to show tears. As they came and took her my old man told me to head home and try to take care of things.

But as I left... I lost it, I was freaking out, I didn't want things to end with my mother like this. I felt a bit responsible and I just didn't think I would be able to handle it if things went wrong.

I wasn't sure who to talk to let alone wasn't sure if anyone would listen or care, I was mess.

But good things can happen when bad things surround us. maybe it was by a odd chance or just some weird coincidence there was someone who was there that stood by as I flipped out...

As time passed, I got a call from my dad who sounded VERY tired.

"Surgery went well, she'll recover"

A sigh of relief overcame me, though I was still a bit of a mess, I had stayed up late found it a little harder to rest until sometime.

Now I just can only hope things get better, and recovery goes well.

and Like I sad at the beginning of this journal. Life can have bad, ones, scary ones, and good ones, but it's remembered.

I'm thankful things panned out well and hope that they keeping going well...

Hope your moments whatever happens something good can come out of it too.