My dad went to the hospital on Friday March 1. he could not breath, after doing a bunch of tests he found out he had pneumonia and he was put on oxygen. He could breath real good with the mask on put once they took it off his oxygen levels would dip down. We saw him Saturday, he seemed to be in good spirits. Saw him Sunday. My sisters and I tried to get his ring off cause his finger was swollen we tried soap, hand lotion, ultra sound gel, nothing worked. Since my dad can't hear well we all wrote on a wipe board that my daughter brought in on Saturday to write I LOVE YOU. I wrote I am leaving, but I will see you soon. Monday came I had to work, then I had a meeting with my daughter's teacher. My dad was screaming and swearing at the nurse, he wanted to go home. Anyone who came in the room he said to them "Get my Skivies" I going home, He was not going home, the hospital was taking him to Transition care Tuesday morning to get better, but I think he knew he wasn't going home. I was the contact person and so at 3:10 am the phone rang it was the hospital they said his saturation levels are real low and he is un responsive, if you want to come must come now. I called everyone and we all met at the hospital but he was already gone. My dad passed at 3:30 am. The nurse finally got his ring off using Windex of all thing. We waited till the cremation society came and took him away.
I can't believe it, I can't accept that he is gone. I am the youngest of 6 and I was real close to my dad, the past 6 months after he got his driver's license taken way I been the one to take him shopping, getting a hair cut, post office, bank. i figured since he drove me all over when I was younger I would return the favor. He was 93 years old. Not only do I cry all the time, I worry about my mom, being all alone I call her every day, she says be strong. I can't. I wish I could hug him and hold his hand and kiss his forehead. Will the pain ever just smooth away?
Thank you for letting me share.