I think I met God and the Devil yesterday
Yesterday...was hell. Today is going to be hell becfause I've barely gotten sleep and all I want to do is cry.
Yesterday, my mom wanted me to come over to the house from Walmart because she said my dad was crying saying I didn't love him.
I went over there, and he was sitting in the shed on top of the tool chest, his eyes were red, and under his eyes were red. He was crying. He saw me and screamed out my name and grabbed me, and hugged on me.
I said "Billy, have you been drinking again?" He said no, and mom said yes, among other things. I looked at her kind of funny and she darted her eyes over to the cabinet and there was a pistol laying there.
Me and mom spent about 3 hours taking care of him. He wouldn't go inside. And he would get real combative at times. He ripped his sign off the wall and then went to unraveling the wires planning to strangle himself I think.
At one point, dad was laying in the floor with his eyes wide open, rolling around and kicking things, punching the wall, and talking in a very very scary (satanic) voice. He said he sold his soul to the devil.
During all this time, mom was crying and I was begging her to let me call 911, I was afraid he had too much to drink...which he did. When my brother got home, we sat in the floor with dad, trying to keep him under control. Bubba and I thought he was having trouble breathing and Bubba was about to get up and call 911. As soon as he got up to step outside to call an ambulance, a sherrif walked in...I was so happy to see him. I thought to myself yay mom finally got some guts. The sherriff came in and said Ronald, and dad had his eyes flung wide open but he wasn't responding. I went to crying and I told mom that I didn't want to leave him. She said you're going to have to because the paramedics were about to come in. I went out of the shed bawling and the emts came in. They took him to Decatur General last night...he was combative at times so they got a security guard to stand there to make sure everything was okay.
I didn't want to leave the hospital last night. I wanted to be with my dad and my mom, but Duffy didn't want to leave me. So I agreed to go home...I cried all the way to my parents house to take my brother home, and I cried all the way to my house. I cried all night. I didn't go to bed until late, and even though I barely slept cause I kept crying, and when I did close my eyes, I kept seeing my dad lying in the floor with those crazy eyes. When you look at people, most of the times anyways, you can see a warmth in their eyes, some kind of hint of a warm fire...dad is like that...but last night when he was in the floor and talking satanic, you couldn't see it anymore. It was dark in the shed anyways, but all I could really see was his eyes...and they were not my daddy eyes. I honestly think I might have met the devil last night when dealing with him.
Last night when I was sitting in the room with dad, and when I was sitting outside on the bench, I was feeling horrible. I wanted to cry but kept my composure. I kept feeling this nice warmth around my shoulder last night, even though it was quite cold. I would look around to see if Duffy had put his arm around me, and he hadn't. I think that nice warmth was God. Telling me that it is going to be okay, that he had answered my prayers, my mom's prayers, and my dad's prayers because he was finally going to get some help. I love that warmth that I felt. I hope I feel it more often.
I love you God. Thank you so much for giving my mother the strength to call 911 out there. She told me that she felt she had enough strength to do that, and that's the first time in 25 years. Thank you for giving her that strength. You saved my father's life last night and today. I love you and praise you.
Mom called me this morning and said they did a mental evaluation on him last night around midnight. We found out a lot of new stuff about him...they took him to Decatur West this morning...mom is going to call me back after a while and let me know what is going on. Mom said he was a mess this morning, crying his eyes out, said he was scared.
I know he is scared, but so are we. If we didn't call 911 out there last night, dad probably would have killed him self last night or hurt one of us.
Yesterday, my mom wanted me to come over to the house from Walmart because she said my dad was crying saying I didn't love him.
I went over there, and he was sitting in the shed on top of the tool chest, his eyes were red, and under his eyes were red. He was crying. He saw me and screamed out my name and grabbed me, and hugged on me.
I said "Billy, have you been drinking again?" He said no, and mom said yes, among other things. I looked at her kind of funny and she darted her eyes over to the cabinet and there was a pistol laying there.
Me and mom spent about 3 hours taking care of him. He wouldn't go inside. And he would get real combative at times. He ripped his sign off the wall and then went to unraveling the wires planning to strangle himself I think.
At one point, dad was laying in the floor with his eyes wide open, rolling around and kicking things, punching the wall, and talking in a very very scary (satanic) voice. He said he sold his soul to the devil.
During all this time, mom was crying and I was begging her to let me call 911, I was afraid he had too much to drink...which he did. When my brother got home, we sat in the floor with dad, trying to keep him under control. Bubba and I thought he was having trouble breathing and Bubba was about to get up and call 911. As soon as he got up to step outside to call an ambulance, a sherrif walked in...I was so happy to see him. I thought to myself yay mom finally got some guts. The sherriff came in and said Ronald, and dad had his eyes flung wide open but he wasn't responding. I went to crying and I told mom that I didn't want to leave him. She said you're going to have to because the paramedics were about to come in. I went out of the shed bawling and the emts came in. They took him to Decatur General last night...he was combative at times so they got a security guard to stand there to make sure everything was okay.
I didn't want to leave the hospital last night. I wanted to be with my dad and my mom, but Duffy didn't want to leave me. So I agreed to go home...I cried all the way to my parents house to take my brother home, and I cried all the way to my house. I cried all night. I didn't go to bed until late, and even though I barely slept cause I kept crying, and when I did close my eyes, I kept seeing my dad lying in the floor with those crazy eyes. When you look at people, most of the times anyways, you can see a warmth in their eyes, some kind of hint of a warm fire...dad is like that...but last night when he was in the floor and talking satanic, you couldn't see it anymore. It was dark in the shed anyways, but all I could really see was his eyes...and they were not my daddy eyes. I honestly think I might have met the devil last night when dealing with him.
Last night when I was sitting in the room with dad, and when I was sitting outside on the bench, I was feeling horrible. I wanted to cry but kept my composure. I kept feeling this nice warmth around my shoulder last night, even though it was quite cold. I would look around to see if Duffy had put his arm around me, and he hadn't. I think that nice warmth was God. Telling me that it is going to be okay, that he had answered my prayers, my mom's prayers, and my dad's prayers because he was finally going to get some help. I love that warmth that I felt. I hope I feel it more often.
I love you God. Thank you so much for giving my mother the strength to call 911 out there. She told me that she felt she had enough strength to do that, and that's the first time in 25 years. Thank you for giving her that strength. You saved my father's life last night and today. I love you and praise you.
Mom called me this morning and said they did a mental evaluation on him last night around midnight. We found out a lot of new stuff about him...they took him to Decatur West this morning...mom is going to call me back after a while and let me know what is going on. Mom said he was a mess this morning, crying his eyes out, said he was scared.
I know he is scared, but so are we. If we didn't call 911 out there last night, dad probably would have killed him self last night or hurt one of us.