Only 2 Weeks

I woke up at about 6 in the morning, with the rush of memories coming to my head. All about the same thing, saying goodbye. I already tried to say goodbye to my parents, but they were too happy for me to notice what I was trying to say. I guess that's what I get for having a birthday.

I headed downstairs to try and tell them the bad news, but they weren't there. So I tried to call them "Sorry Tim we couldn't pick, we're a little busy right now, please try again later" They were never busy before, so I didn't understand why they were ignoring me now. Since I couldn't get a hold of my parents I decided I was going to try and tell my friends, because they always listened to me. So I picked my phone up and my friends and told them to meet me in the park.

I walked to the park and a few minutes later my friends showed up with bags of stuff. “What is that,” I asked

“It’s food for the part bro”

“A party”

“Yeah, your birthday was yesterday and we missed it”

“Oh, well that’s not what I came here for”

“Don’t worry about dude, we have a party to get to”

“Yeah happy 21st birthday, now you can legally drink”

So we headed towards my friend's house, had a party, and got drunk that night, and when I woke up the next morning the only thing I felt was anger because no one was listening to me. They were just thinking about what they wanted, and I know the party was for me and it was nice, but they should have let me explain to them what was going on. I was going to die in two weeks, and they wanted to get me drunk.

After ranting to myself for about a few minutes I decided to walk downstairs and see what was for breakfast and saw that my parents were gone, yet again. For them being old, they sure the heck liked to get away from me after I offered my home to them and they accepted. I feel like it was just for the free rent. I walked to the counter and saw a note that was for me. It read: 

Dear Tim,

        I am so sorry that it seems we are avoiding you, it’s just that your father has been in the hospital for weeks and shows no signs of getting better. The doctors said he only has 5 weeks left to live, so we are doing everything on his bucket list before he dies. I am trying to spend time with you but it is hard when someone I love is about to die. Maybe you can tell me your news in two weeks, that's when I am coming back.

Senerily, 

                      Your mother

I put the letter down shocked at what I just read, by the time she came back I would be dead, so she would come back to her dead son. In a way, I felt bad, but in another way, I understood her pain. Dad was dying and there was no way to stop it. But that doesn’t mean she should ignore her own son who has been trying to tell he had the same problem. Maybe If I tell my friend they will help me tell my mom.

I walked outside to try and find my friend and found them in the park. I walked up to them to tell them the news in hopes that they would listen to me. “Hey guys, I have some bad news to tell you”

“Don’t pay attention to the bad stuff, because we don’t want to hear it”

“But it’s important”

“We don’t care Tim, and don’t you have a dying father to attend to”

After that moment I stormed off because it made me angry that they had the audacity to tell me they didn’t care and talk about my father like that. At this moment I didn’t care about him, I just wanted people to listen to what I have to say because I am not going to be here for much longer. 

It was a week and a half later and my whole body started to feel numb as I lay there in my bed. I knew this was when I was going to die, and not a single person let me explain this to them. My whole body became heavy, and I became paralyzed. Fear ran over my body as I realized I was about to die, and no one knew about it. I feared that no one would notice that I was gone. Or what if my mother never came home. That was when I heard the door open, it was my mother. She started to yell for me, and I knew she wanted my support after seeing dad die, but I could give it to her. Tears started running down my face, this was my end, I knew my mother would be upset because it was one death after another, but I would always be there for her, even if it wasn’t in person.

My mother came in and ran towards my bed when she saw me crying. She asked me what was wrong and why was I crying, but when she asked, it was already too late. 

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I went to my son's room, wanting some advice, but when I went to his room, I noticed that he was crying. I ran to him as fast as I could. “Sweety what's wrong, why are you crying”. There was no reply, I tried asking again and again but there was no answer. I looked into his cold eyes, realizing how lifeless they looked. I checked his pulse and panicked, I couldn’t lose another family member again. He had no pulse and no heartbeat, at that moment I fell to my knees and started crying. I lost my mother, father, husband, and now my own kid. Maybe this was what he was trying to tell me, and I just ignored him. I am so sorry, I should have just listened to what you had to say. Maybe none of this would have happened if I were to just listen. I stood up starting to pack his stuff and preparing to take him downstairs when I noticed a note saying it was for his friends and family. I walked to the phone and called all the family and friends I had left, telling them to come to my house and explained the situation. When they came over I told them about the note and we began to read it:

  Dear family and friends,

I remember every time you were there for me, and all the memories of us together. To me these memories were the most important, it was never the memories where I was alone, it was the memories where you were with me. I looked up to all of you, yes even the people you thought were losers. I was always there for you in return, but when it came time to tell you something important, you ignored me. You made me feel unloved and worthless. You cared for only yourselves and even if you didn’t you made me feel like that. I am sorry it had to end this way, that you were never able to say something before I died or even apologize for how you acted, but it's okay because you can apologize in your prayers. I will always be listening and watching you from up above.

Mom, I love you more than anything and I understand why you did what you did. You were blinded by grief, but that was no excuse for ignoring my problems. Remember that I will always be with you even if it's not in person. Me and dad will be watching you and giving you advice from above. Do not let grief blind you, we are never truly gone. We are in god's hand.

Senerily,

                Your Tom