Daddy don’t leave me….


Tuesday brought an avalanche of visitors.  It was a very, very emotional day.  Vic was confused and seeing visions of angels and dead loved ones.

Vic’s friend Angela has been absolutely amazing.  She has sat through many hours of Vic’s tears and fears.  She has consoled and supported – at great personal expense.  I have used Angela as a sounding board and dragged her into discussions with Siza. I discussed sedation and treatment options with her.  She has hugged and messaged.  She has been a pillar of strength.

Leigh, Jared BFF’s Mom, walked in on Tuesday with armloads of flowers.  Vic’s room looked and smelled like a garden!  It looked absolutely beautiful and Vic was thrilled.

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Vic has refused to let go.  She is holding onto life with every fibre of her being.  She does not want visitors to leave and will try to get out of bed when they are here.

She cries and keeps asking “How do I say my final goodbyes?”

Esther visits every day.  She picks up the boys after school.  She is Vic’s guide.  “Go towards the light.  The light is good!” she keeps telling Vic.  Esther is a ray of sunshine and like the Rock of Gibraltar.  She is Vic’s sister in love.

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It is heart wrenching!

Vic clings to her dad and the boys.  She puts out her arms and says “Daddy don’t leave me…”  When she sees her boys she cries “Please give me a hug…”  and then “I love you more than life and then some more…”

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I hate my life.  I wish I were dead.

9 thoughts on “Daddy don’t leave me….

  1. I saw this earlier and fely so shattered for you – for all of you. I think your honesty about how hard this is on you is good. I can’t even imagine the pain you are in – it seems pathetic to send you hugs, love, good wishes, prayers when you are in hell. I hope it’s okay that I pray for Vic to let go.

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  2. I am crying for all of your family. The picture of Vic with her Jared and Jon-Daniel is ripping my heart into pieces. I am so sad for them to experience so much grief in their young lives. I know you will try to help fill the space, Tersia but that is a heavy load because grief throws us into hell’s fire. I wish Vic’s suffering could magically disappear. I wish, I wish, I wish . . .

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