Essay --

Your father will be undergoing a triple bypass surgery. There a few minutes left sooner the procedure takes place and he is sent to the operating room. I could hear the doctors footsteps walking away rapidly. Was this real? I pinched myself to bump off sure of it. How could I be around the people I loved most yet feel so broken and alone? At that meaning the strong scent of my fathers favorite Oscar De La Renta cologne was the only thing I could smell while holding his hand. Laying so lifeless, weak and in pain, my father looked at me while tears trickled down onto his soft cheeks. All night, the aroma followed me as a shadow everywhere I went. Starting to take in the smell, I slowly began enjoying it and the comfort it brought me. As I waited anxiously, I was preparing myself for the worse. Hours passed and nothing, just a silent hospital and a close door with no sign of anyone. Yet, the only thing there in the air surrounding me was the scent of the cologne and it would be for the next few hours, long time and weeks of the emotional journey ahead of me. Being a first generation Amer...