Post by Just T on Sept 12, 2023 2:43:22 GMT
You all have been so supportive over the past months as I have shared about my dad's health and struggles, so I wanted to let you know that he died early Saturday morning.
So many peaceful, rather "cool" things for lack of a better word happened on the last day he was alive, but I am sorry, I just can't write it all out now. I've been trying. LOL
One of the best "God winks" if you believe in such things is that he ended up dying on the same day that my grandmother's first baby was born and died, almost two years before my dad was born. Her first baby, a boy named Jerry, was born and lived only a short time on September 9, 1941. Her next baby was my dad, born on October 1, 1943.
We didn't even realize Jerry's birthday was September 9. Saturday morning, my sister was looking through some photos and found one of Jerry's gravestone. I still can't believe the timing. One of the last things my mom said to him before we left him Friday evening was that it was okay for him to go, that Cliffy and Margie (his parents) and his brothers were waiting for him, and he could finally meet Jerry. (He also had two younger brothers, one who died of cancer in 2016 and one who died of covid in the spring of 2020). My mom was so teary when we left and kept saying she felt bad leaving him. Even though we had already stayed hours beyond what she normally stayed with him. I think she knew it was the end. Saturday morning, she was so upset with herself and kept saying she shouldn't have left him. I told her, and I truly believe, that her not being there made it easier for him to go. A few weeks ago when we found out he would be going on hospice care, he kept saying how worried he was to leave her alone. My sister and I kept reassuring him that we will take care of her.
It's really been such a surreal few days. My dad and I haven't been close, and I know I have shared about our difficult relationship. But it has been so brutal watching how he has suffered. My emotions are truly ALLLLL over the place right now.
Thank you all so much for all of your support recently.
So many peaceful, rather "cool" things for lack of a better word happened on the last day he was alive, but I am sorry, I just can't write it all out now. I've been trying. LOL
One of the best "God winks" if you believe in such things is that he ended up dying on the same day that my grandmother's first baby was born and died, almost two years before my dad was born. Her first baby, a boy named Jerry, was born and lived only a short time on September 9, 1941. Her next baby was my dad, born on October 1, 1943.
We didn't even realize Jerry's birthday was September 9. Saturday morning, my sister was looking through some photos and found one of Jerry's gravestone. I still can't believe the timing. One of the last things my mom said to him before we left him Friday evening was that it was okay for him to go, that Cliffy and Margie (his parents) and his brothers were waiting for him, and he could finally meet Jerry. (He also had two younger brothers, one who died of cancer in 2016 and one who died of covid in the spring of 2020). My mom was so teary when we left and kept saying she felt bad leaving him. Even though we had already stayed hours beyond what she normally stayed with him. I think she knew it was the end. Saturday morning, she was so upset with herself and kept saying she shouldn't have left him. I told her, and I truly believe, that her not being there made it easier for him to go. A few weeks ago when we found out he would be going on hospice care, he kept saying how worried he was to leave her alone. My sister and I kept reassuring him that we will take care of her.
It's really been such a surreal few days. My dad and I haven't been close, and I know I have shared about our difficult relationship. But it has been so brutal watching how he has suffered. My emotions are truly ALLLLL over the place right now.
Thank you all so much for all of your support recently.
