Weekly Reflections #23: 2024 in Pictures

Steemian Friends,
Today, I will participate in a beautiful contest run by @damithudaya, brother of the STEEM FOR BETTERLIFE community. The name of the contest is Contest Announcement Weekly Reflections #23: 2024 in Pictures. I hope everyone will like my writing.

Me and my father in front of the doctor's chamber in the hospital

I was waiting for such a contest. The year 2024 is leaving many great memories for me. I lost my father in 2024. My father passed away on 16-09-2024. On 13-09-2024 in the morning, my mother called me on my mobile and informed me about my father's illness. I was then a hundred kilometers away in the capital, Dhaka. I called an auto driver I know on my mobile and sent him to our house to rush my father to the hospital. I quickly left Dhaka for home. My father was brought to the hospital before I reached Comilla. I reached the hospital in no time. My father felt good seeing me because I looked after my father's medical matters. I admitted my father to the hospital on the advice of a heart specialist doctor. My father was still healthy. I didn't think my father would die.

Nurse injecting my father the day before death

I started treating my father with a good Kevin from the hospital. Me and my mother are in the hospital with my father. At night, the doctor gave me bad news after doing my father's echo test. My father's heart was working at only 26% at that time. But my father was talking to us very healthily. From 14-09-2024, my father's health started to deteriorate. Three doctors, including a kidney specialist, started treating my father. My father was sitting with me and telling me the memories of his life. My father told me it was time for him to leave the world.

The day before my father died in the hospital bed.

I have been buying expensive medicines every day on the doctor's advice. But on 16-09-2024, my father had his last breakfast with me in the morning. At 12.45 in the afternoon, my father suddenly developed chest pain. The doctor prepares to rush him to the ICU. My father left the world in front of me in just a minute. My father looking at me at the time of death will be a great memory of my life. I was crying, saying my father was leaving the world.

The morning of the day of death

I couldn't stop crying while writing my memoirs. I will never forget the memories. My father will call me on my mobile every evening to determine whether I am returning home from the office. But now the calls are not coming from father's mobile. I visit my father's grave every week and pray. My father left us in just a minute.

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