I lost my dad on Friday, Aug 26

I’ve debated whether I needed to share this or not. I’ve dreaded these words for years. Today I lost my dad. Worst of all, it came like a thunderclap from out of the blue.

Just last Friday dad went with friends to a great catfish restaurant thirty miles from home. Monday he was out in the woods clearing weeds around his deer stand and installing seatbelts. Dad was eighty-four and he often fell asleep sitting in his recliner. He was worried he might do the same in the deer stand and take a bad fall. Truth is, he’s been falling asleep in his deer stand for years. :slight_smile: He’d never admit it. The seatbelts were a welcome step because my cousin fell from his deer stand last year & needed back surgery. Dad always spent late August and September getting his deer stand ready and his rifle sighted in.

Late Tuesday night he woke with diarrhea. By Wed night he was vomiting and feeling weak. He fell a couple times Wed and Thursday night. Mom thought he was getting dehydrated and pushed fluids Thursday and he even ate a bowl of soup. He was even weaker Friday morning and they called an ambulance. Still “no big deal”, IV fluids for a day and he’ll be fine.

At least that’s what we thought. Instead we discover he’s in sepsis. Doctors say it’s a twisted bowel and rush him in to surgery. They find everything inside black and return him to Intensive Care. He had signed a do not resuscitate statement years ago. He was pronounced dead two hours later. A man that went to his favorite catfish restaurant Aug 19 is dead exactly one week later. :frowning:

The shock of his sudden death is much worse than if he’d died after a decline. His mom lived to 101. I was the one that printed all the banners, posters, and invitations for the 100th family reunion party in 1995. We all kidded daddy that he’d outlive us all. We were wrong.

My dad was never a man that I could get very close to. I love you and hugs were never part of him. He showed love by actions. Just three weeks ago he surprised me with a load of top soil in his truck to fill in some washed out areas in my yard. It was hard to talk to dad. He was either outside in the yard working or inside watching tv & crocheting. I tried to squeeze conversation in during commercials whenever I visited. We couldn’t talk when he was crocheting because it messed up his knot count. Even phone calls involved a minute of talk and he handed the phone off to mom.

A lot of men from his generation are like that. I’d urge people to never stop reaching out to their loved ones. Do what I couldn’t and kick down those barriers. Life is too short to waste. I wish there were more good memories and I’m still struggling to believe he’s not home now sitting in that recliner and crocheting. I find it inconceivable that he’s not on a trip somewhere and will be returning.

This pain will pass. My faith helps a lot. I know I’ll see him and my other relatives someday in a better place. I’ll try my best to honor his memory by improving and becoming a better man. I want to reach out and volunteer for some projects and make whatever years I have remaining productive. Dad’s death is a strong reminder that my expiration date is running out too. I hope to live at least as long as he did, but there’s no guarantees in this world. I’ll try my best to stay healthy, eat better and exercise more. I never had any sons. When I die that will be the end of this branch of the family tree.

Thank you for listening. I needed to say these things. Some of it are things that can’t be shared aloud. Can’t speak ill of the dead. Especially hours after they pass away.

I loved my dad and will miss him for the rest of my life.

My deepest condolences. Sounds like you loved him a lot, warts and all. Frankly, that’s a high tribute.

I’m so sorry about your Dad. :frowning:

I’m really sorry for your loss. :frowning:

I’m so sorry. I send you my most sincere condolences, aceplace57.

Oh Ace. I’m so sorry to hear this…

My condolences. It’s tough when it’s a stroke out of the blue like that.

My sympathies on the loss of your father, aceplace57.

I’m very sorry for your loss, aceplace57. Please accept my sympathies.

It’s always especially hard when it’s unexpected.

Bri2k

I’m so sorry for your loss.

I lost my dad suddenly 15 years ago. I still miss him (wish he was still here) but the pain is diminished.

I’m deeply sorry for your loss. I lost my grandmother earlier this year (similar age, 80) and it was very hard for my family to deal with.

Loss is difficult, and many of us wish we could live in a happy, static state. But what gives us strength is our ability to weather pain and change, and try and face it head on with dignity.

Every time I get pissed off at my dad for being a jerk I think about how little time I have with him in the grand scheme of things.

I’m so sorry for your loss,** aceplace57**.

I’m so sorry.

Sincere condolences, aceplace57.

Bill

So very, very sorry for your loss. I lost my dad in 2005 and it was so hard. (((hugs)))

Many many condolences. Been there, and it’s never easy. We’ve got your back.

oh goodness, what a shock. like being spun around and around and turned upside down. we are here for you.

may his memory be eternal.

I’m sorry for your loss.

At least it was relatively quick. I’ll hoist a glass to his memory tonight.
Condolences to you and yours.

I’m so sorry for your loss. :frowning: