A feeling of foreboding filled me.
By some intuition, I knew what was to come.
Brushing off the feeling, I walked towards the seemingly endless room.
They told us to sit down.
For once, sitting down was the last thing I wanted to do once I saw my dad’s bloodshot eyes.
The couch welcomed me like a friend.
My mom started to talk, choking on her voice.
My dad took over, stating the devastating news.
My heart stopped.
I couldn’t breathe.
My vision clouded as tears threatened to spill.
My premonition was true.
They sat there, taking in our reactions.
The couch suddenly fell from beneath me, taking me with it into darkness.
I turned to my brother’s face.
Confusion crossed his innocent face.
He was too young to understand.
Water trailed down my face, drop after drop until it was like a flood gate had opened.
My brother looked at me, realizing what they meant.
Through my hazy vision, I saw how distraught my brother looked.
I couldn’t help him.
My brother slowly fell into darkness with me.
Tears began to spill down my dad’s cheeks.
He looked so defeated, so broken.
It was the second time I ever saw him cry.
My mom didn’t start crying until everyone else had.
Later on I would learn she wanted to hide her sadness from us.
I would also learn it was her decision.
I clung to my dad, looking for comfort.
My brother did the same to my mom.
We sat there crying for the last time as a family.
People say love lasts forever.
My parents said they would last forever.
No matter how hard you try to keep it together, everyone wants to be happy.
If you truly love someone, you will let them go.
If the love is returned, they will come back.
My parents never got back together, but they did find happiness and love.
They found their “Till death do us part.”