On Tuesday it was my Dad’s 65th birthday. He has a brother who lives in Brisbane, so for his birthday pressie I had bought him a trip to Oz.
On Monday night he “decided” to have a massive stroke. He rang me and in very slurred speach said “I’m on the floor and I can’t get up”. I raced to him and then the ambulance took him to hospital. After about an hour in hospital he suddenly went downhill very fast. At that point several other family members were there and we agreed to take him off life support.
I stayed with him until 8:45-ish when he finally stopped making HORRIBLE noises and died.
Nothing prepares you for losing your dad but especially not on his birthday! 65 is supposed to a celebration of your working life (and shit the funeral is tomorrow and his work is going to be over represented) but 65 is so young. I just can’t get over the fact that I don’t have a daddy any more.