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krystalkatzficsYesterday I was told there was a very real chance that I could lose my father. My hero, the first man I ever loved and the man I hold all other men too.
He is nothing special. Just an average British man. He works security in a cabin at a food factory. He likes tattoos and rock music. He has piercings in one ear and is always determined to turn everything into a joke. He gives the best cuddles and strokes my head when I am burnt out in the world. He is father to seven children, brother to seven siblings and husband to a wife that still adores him after 42 years of marriage.
When we were young he would walk extra in the morning to catch the bus further away so it would cost less in fares and he would have money to buy us sweets before school. He never wanted pets and moaned that animals were a waste of money but was the first to try and save a kitten that was born without the roof of her mouth. He pretends to be tough but I once caught him doing cpr on a mouse that had been caught by a cat.
And now i was told I would have to prepare myself to lose him.
How do I prepare myself to that? How do I live knowing that the only person alive that can truly help me find the joy in the world might die?
And why? Because idiots can't listen when they are told to stay away from each other and wear a fucking mask. Because people who are normally happy to sit at home suddenly decided to go on the adventure of a fucking lifetime because they think their freedoms are being stripped away.
You know what stripping away freedom is like? It is like being put in a bed in a hospital surrounded by strangers wearing masks while struggling to breathe. Not being able to see your friends, your family, while all the time thinking you will die.
It's being washed from head to toe while people no older than your children talk to you in a caring but childish way. It's being put into a coma and having your neck sliced open so doctors who are trying to save your life can put a tube down your throat.
It's being told that your lungs, the things you need to breathe, to keep your heart beating are working against you and are shutting down.
It's maybe not making it to your next birthday in a few weeks because you may be dead.
It's your family sitting at home helpless and afraid wanting to be with you but at the same time dreading it because they know the moment the hospital calls and you can visit then there is no hope left.
WEAR A FUCKING MASK! LISTEN TO THE FUCKING DOCTORS THAT ARE TRYING TO SAVE YOUR LIVES.
He is nothing special. Just an average British man. He works security in a cabin at a food factory. He likes tattoos and rock music. He has piercings in one ear and is always determined to turn everything into a joke. He gives the best cuddles and strokes my head when I am burnt out in the world. He is father to seven children, brother to seven siblings and husband to a wife that still adores him after 42 years of marriage.
When we were young he would walk extra in the morning to catch the bus further away so it would cost less in fares and he would have money to buy us sweets before school. He never wanted pets and moaned that animals were a waste of money but was the first to try and save a kitten that was born without the roof of her mouth. He pretends to be tough but I once caught him doing cpr on a mouse that had been caught by a cat.
And now i was told I would have to prepare myself to lose him.
How do I prepare myself to that? How do I live knowing that the only person alive that can truly help me find the joy in the world might die?
And why? Because idiots can't listen when they are told to stay away from each other and wear a fucking mask. Because people who are normally happy to sit at home suddenly decided to go on the adventure of a fucking lifetime because they think their freedoms are being stripped away.
You know what stripping away freedom is like? It is like being put in a bed in a hospital surrounded by strangers wearing masks while struggling to breathe. Not being able to see your friends, your family, while all the time thinking you will die.
It's being washed from head to toe while people no older than your children talk to you in a caring but childish way. It's being put into a coma and having your neck sliced open so doctors who are trying to save your life can put a tube down your throat.
It's being told that your lungs, the things you need to breathe, to keep your heart beating are working against you and are shutting down.
It's maybe not making it to your next birthday in a few weeks because you may be dead.
It's your family sitting at home helpless and afraid wanting to be with you but at the same time dreading it because they know the moment the hospital calls and you can visit then there is no hope left.
WEAR A FUCKING MASK! LISTEN TO THE FUCKING DOCTORS THAT ARE TRYING TO SAVE YOUR LIVES.
