After
3 months in the hospital, my father passed away this morning at 4:45am
PST. He was very ill and it was tough to watch such a gentle man suffer
so in his last days. I was set to visit him again this weekend, but
now I visit for a different reason. It saddens me that no one was at
his bedside when he passed. Thanks for letting me share this with you
all.
God bless.
God bless.
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I
went out and walked nine holes at my golf course yesterday morning so I
could be with my Dad. He introduced me to crazy game of golf when I
was a wee lad of 10 years, and I was the lucky one to play so many
rounds with him these last 15 years. It was a beautiful morning and
without one practice swing, my first drive split the fairway at 270
yards. But, before I hit, I said, "This one is for you,
Dad." It was not a long walk spoiled. We had a good chat and a lovely
time marching down memory lane. I saw no one on the course. Just me
and my father walking beside me.
I wanted to share the moments I had in the early morning hours of October 18. I couldn't sleep and all of a sudden, Iggy barked. One little bark. She was looking over at my side of the bed. She did this four more times. Just one bark about 5 minutes apart. After the second bark I started thinking of Dad and I "felt" a presence in the room. After each bark I felt the presence again and I knew it was Dad and I just stared at where I thought I could see him. Iggy jumped off the bed and I assumed she wanted to go outside for a pee, but she just stared at the door and wouldn't budge. I had a feeling something was wrong. One hour later, my brother Scott who was with my Mom visiting Dad called to tell me Dad had passed away at 4:45am. I now know that my Dad had come to visit me to say goodbye. He is at a far better place now and feeling no pain. That comforting thought does little to quell the pain I feel. He suffered horribly these last 4 months and that I don't understand and it makes me angry God would let him go through that. He had gone in for a hip replacement. He got a staph infection and spent his next 3 plus months having one part of his body shut down after another. All he could do was lie in that hospital bed. He had no strength do even turn on his side. It was horrific to see him go through this. He lost the ability to speak over 2 months ago and I could see the fear and frustration on his face. My last visit he seemed alert and even smiled. I held his hand and put my hand on his head and told him I loved him. Then I walked out of his room knowing that would be the last time I would see him in this life. I will miss him. He loved a good laugh. He loved to sing and I love knowing that now he can sing again. He was a good man. A good husband. A good father.
I wanted to share the moments I had in the early morning hours of October 18. I couldn't sleep and all of a sudden, Iggy barked. One little bark. She was looking over at my side of the bed. She did this four more times. Just one bark about 5 minutes apart. After the second bark I started thinking of Dad and I "felt" a presence in the room. After each bark I felt the presence again and I knew it was Dad and I just stared at where I thought I could see him. Iggy jumped off the bed and I assumed she wanted to go outside for a pee, but she just stared at the door and wouldn't budge. I had a feeling something was wrong. One hour later, my brother Scott who was with my Mom visiting Dad called to tell me Dad had passed away at 4:45am. I now know that my Dad had come to visit me to say goodbye. He is at a far better place now and feeling no pain. That comforting thought does little to quell the pain I feel. He suffered horribly these last 4 months and that I don't understand and it makes me angry God would let him go through that. He had gone in for a hip replacement. He got a staph infection and spent his next 3 plus months having one part of his body shut down after another. All he could do was lie in that hospital bed. He had no strength do even turn on his side. It was horrific to see him go through this. He lost the ability to speak over 2 months ago and I could see the fear and frustration on his face. My last visit he seemed alert and even smiled. I held his hand and put my hand on his head and told him I loved him. Then I walked out of his room knowing that would be the last time I would see him in this life. I will miss him. He loved a good laugh. He loved to sing and I love knowing that now he can sing again. He was a good man. A good husband. A good father.
My fathers funeral was yesterday here in Henderson, Nevada. All five of his children stood up to talk and recant their memories of Dad. His favorite church songs were sang by all and the whole day was amazing, wonderful, funny, sad and ultimately, exhausting. Just when you think you can't cry anymore........
He was a great guy, my Dad. It was so nice to hear my 3 brothers and my sister tell their stories to refresh dusty memories. Dad lived a fantastic life. He will be missed.
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