u,
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.
No comments:
Post a Comment