Well. To those of you who are fathers. Happy Father’s Day.
Not so happy for me. My father passed away yesterday. Please, don’t post anything with the word “sorry” in response. Instead, post a happy memory of you and your father doing something outside, or at least together. I think that would be a more fitting thing considering my dad and his views of the world.
Dad had been sick for a long time really. He had started having panic attacks last year, which led to a hospital stay, where he got up in the night and broke his hip falling on the cold hospital floor. Since then, he’s been in the hospital a few times for breathing problems, including once on New Years of this year. That was the one that finally got him to quit smoking after 58 years of puffing cancer sticks. Unfortunately, the damage was already done, and he got pneumonia at some point in the last few weeks. The pnemonia developed into an absess and excessive fluid in his lungs. He was in the hospital for the last week. My brother and sister when to visit him yesterday morning, and when they got there, he was on a breathing machine. His lungs were just too full of goop to do the job on their own. The Dr. told them that they could keep him going on life support, but that he would still die soon due to the infection in his lungs, and life support would just extend his life into a lot of pain. My father has always told us he would not want life connected to a bunch of machines, especially if it mean a lot of pain, so they talked to dad, who was fairly alert, and all agreed not to use the machines. My dad died yesterday at 11:40AM Idaho time. My brother and sister were with him.
And now I have to figure out how to go home for a funeral. It would really be nice to visit without someone dying for once…