In January 2013, my father suffered a brain tumor, and he lost all his sense of time.
For months, I watched him sleep, only to find him restless and irritable.
He had trouble speaking.
I would go outside to take my son for walks, only for him to sit and stare at the ground or, sometimes, throw a tantrum.
One day, I was walking along a road and noticed a white van parked in the middle of the road, waiting for someone.
As I approached the van, my brother was inside and was crying.
My mother yelled at him to get out of the car, but he ignored her and started crying again.
I was so relieved when I heard my father say, “Oh my God, he’s not talking to me anymore.”
My brother and I were devastated and upset.
He was the most stubborn person I’d ever known.
We decided to leave him for the last time.
I remember thinking, “Why are we leaving him here?”
I started going to his house for therapy sessions to help him deal with his feelings.
The last time I saw him, I asked him if he was okay and he said, “I’m not, I’m not okay.”
I was devastated.
I didn’t want him to leave me behind.
I asked my parents for help.
They didn’t believe that it was possible to leave someone who loved them.
They asked, “How can you leave him?”
My father started seeing a neurologist and then a psychologist, but they couldn’t help me.
I couldn’t understand why my dad was so stubborn.
I felt like he was trying to stop me from leaving him, to make sure that I didn: I didn, I wasn’t, I would never leave him.
I started taking antidepressants, trying to calm my father down and trying to forget what had happened.
I thought about what my dad had told me about me when I went back to his place to visit him.
He didn’t talk about it.
He told me that he loved me.
He never said anything else.
He said, I have no memory of that day.
He just didn’t remember it.
I thought about it a lot.
My parents told me I was crazy, that I should stop trying to leave my father.
I decided to ask him again.
He agreed and I told him that I had told my mother everything.
I said, You know, I didn.
He then said, Well, I’ll just say it.
My father was very nice to me.
He said, Just forget everything about that day and you’ll come home.
He didn’t mean it.
When he was in his office, he would tell me, You’ve always been very sweet to me, so I thought I wouldn’t hurt you.
My therapist was a very nice woman.
She took him to see a neurologists and they found nothing wrong with him.
I went back and said, Are you okay?
He said yes, and I asked if I could come and stay with him for a while.
I had been very sick and tired of not being able to leave.
He also said that he had a lot of work to do, but I was his best man and he loved him.
We spent a lot time together and he was always there.
I started crying at times.
He took me to his room and we had a long talk.
I told my father everything.
He talked about his childhood, his relationship with his mother and his wife.
He asked me about my future plans.
I talked about my dreams and dreams of my future.
He wanted to know how I could make it work in the future, so he would love me more and more.
He felt that he would make it so that I could continue to love him.
He told me he loved my mother.
I asked how he could make this happen.
He explained how he had met his wife, but then he said he didn’t know what he wanted to do with her.
I still didn’t understand what he meant by that.
I told him how I had seen him so many times, how he always smiled at me and I loved him so much.
He laughed and said I had never seen a smile like mine before.
He wanted to tell me that everything that had happened was normal and he would see me the next day.
He then told me to go back to my father’s place.
I left and I thought that maybe I was being stupid.
He looked very sad and I didn’ want to leave so soon.
I had come back home from the doctor’s office to find my father crying in the car.
I went to see him and he didn’ have a word to say.
He started crying more and then he started crying harder.
I just felt sad.
I tried to calm him down.
He tried to hold it together.
I got in the passenger seat and he started sobbing again.
My heart started beating faster.