Change is the law of life, and those who look only at the
past or present will certainly miss the
"They were both marked DOA, I'm very sorry for your loss Mr. Hattle. If there is anything we can do to help take care of funeral arrangements, please call." The man in the white coat says while handing us a business card. "Once again I'm very sorry for your loss." He stated before walking away. Everyone in the waiting room was staring at us. Giving us apologetic and concerned faces when in reality they didn't care. They were all there for other reasons. Probably happier reasons.
"What are you all looking at!" I yell at the top of my lungs. Yelling just made everyone that wasn't looking, look.
Little kids looking between us and their parents confused about what just happened. Nurses at the front desk just staring and probably debating about calling someone on the other side of the hospital where the "fluffy-patted rooms" were.
I grabbed onto my fathers shirt and pulled him out of the hospital waiting room. The mix of his messed up long hair, Charlie Sheen looking shirt, and khaki shorts made him look like he was younger than he was a few days ago, but between the last few moments he looked like he aged ten years.
"Dad this can't be happening," I cry into his shoulder, "this isn't true, this is just a sick and twisted dream. Wake up, Amanda. Wake up now" I say out loud, but it isn't one. "Dad speak, cry, do something." Instead he just stands there, looking straight at me.
After multiple dirty looks I pull my dad to our car that's parked in an emergency parking spot. We get in and just sit there in silence for at least ten minutes until I broke it.
"What are we going to do now, dad...."