That morning, around 10 a.m., he suffered a Type A aortic dissection. Earlier, at about 7 a.m., he had gone to the market to buy groceries. When he came back, he told me he wanted to cook early and then take my daughter out to play. Looking back, he may have already been feeling unwell and went upstairs to rest.
About 20 minutes later, he suddenly came downstairs and told me he was in severe pain, especially in his back. I immediately called my uncle to help take him to the hospital. Within just two minutes, my father lost consciousness.
We rushed him to the nearest hospital, where doctors performed a CT scan. After seeing the results, they urgently told us to transfer him to another hospital. I believed that once we got there, my father could still be saved. But as soon as we arrived, the doctor told me that his condition was extremely critical and that he could pass away at any moment.
I cried and begged the doctor to save my father. He explained that my father had an aortic dissection that had torn all the way to his brain. His brain was no longer functioning, and there was severe internal bleeding. There was almost no hope left.
In just a few hours, I watched my father go from being a healthy person to this condition. I couldn’t accept it and begged the doctor to try again. Then my father suddenly began vomiting a large amount of blood. The doctor said it was caused by internal bleeding and that surgery was no longer possible. He told us that even emergency treatment would not help and advised us to take my father home, as he could not be saved.
I never imagined my father would pass away at only 54 years old. At 30, I have lost my father. I always thought wearing mourning clothes was something that would happen far in the future, but life is so unpredictable. My father never had an easy life, and his fate feels so cruel. He has left me with deep regret and guilt.
Tomorrow is never guaranteed. I don’t know how to live without my father. My tears feel endless, and the pain in my heart is unbearable.