The other man in my life

Barely 4 hrs after writing my last journal entry, I had experienced such overwhelming fear .... of losing someone dear. It just took a phone call and the white paint that had splashed over my mum's face with one hand clutching her breast (Did I got that right?!). I hold my breath, while walking slowly towards my mum who was about to collapse any moment and swiftly took the handset from her. "Your father had an accident. But he's alert. Can you come to the hospital right away?" . Thousand of thoughts raced thtrough my mind. Speechless for a moment. "What happened to him? Is he ok?" His images early in the morning clearly flashed in my head. From then, it was the longest wait of my life. I called my husband to picked me up and suddenly realized that I should have just met him up at the hospital. But too late as he was already halfway through the journey. So the waiting game began. 15 mins seemed like 15 hrs and at 90 km/hr, it was the slowest journey I've encountered. Upon reaching the hospital, he was still in the x-ray room, while I ... kept regretting for not doing enough for him all this while. Speaking with the lady doctor finally put my mind at ease. My father had fell from a container, backwards, thus injuring his head. But overall, it's merely superficial injuries that simply requires couple of stitches on his head. From the x-ray, it seems the bones all intact and no fractures sighted. Alhamdullillah. It was a huge relief. When I finally saw him, he was bloodied alright, but still alert. Tears streamed down my cheeks and I just felt like hugging and kissing him, too bad the neck braces prevented me to do that. But Glad I was! Glad to know that I'm given a chance to set some things right. Alhamdullillah. You may not see or hear this, but I love you Dad. More than you know.