My father died last Tuesday

He was 51 years old.

He hadn’t been feeling well for the past few months, but he had been seeing a doctor on a regular basis; his next appointment was for July 5. My mom was staying with me Monday night since she had an early morning appointment here in Raleigh the next day. Dad didn’t seem to have a problem with this; he talked to Mom several times over the course of the afternoon and evening of the 4th. He said he was tired, but that was about it. When Mom talked to him at around 7:30, he told her he was going to go to bed and asked her to call him at about 6 the next morning to make sure he was awake.

Mom started calling at about 5:50 AM on the 5th; after 15 minutes or so, she got worried and called one of Dad’s friends to go over and check on him. This friend was able to get in the house, and found Dad in bed. He had apparently died soon after he went to bed, though the time of death was listed as the early morning of July 5. The autopsy listed the cause of death as hypertrophic cardiomyopathy (I later learned that his father died of this at age 48).

We opted for a private funeral (immediate family only) on July 9, followed by a public memorial service in the afternoon. The president of the company where Dad worked shut down the plant that afternoon so that all employees could attend. He knew so many people…from the executives who were his coworkers to the people who worked out in the warehouse. Dad’s side of the family (his mother, two aunts, and two uncles) were 15 minutes late to the private service. The people in town couldn’t have been better, from providing food to ensuring that all friends and relatives were notified. The Presbyterian church, along with the local restaurant, provided lunch the day of the memorial service.

Dad wanted to be cremated; Mom and I picked up his urn this afternoon. I think she has a good point; she doesn’t intend to spend the rest of her life in this area, and was more uncomfortable with the idea of a permanent burial site. We’re both still numb though, and there’s so much to do. And it seems everyone in the county has a different opinion on how we should be proceeding…it gets quite overbearing at times.

I’m so sorry to hear of your loss. Please accept my condolences. I know it’s difficult. I hope you and your mother find the strength in each other to get through this together.

My thoughts and condolences go to you and your family. Ask time for speed to help heal the wounds.

I’m so sorry. 51 is just way too young.

My condolences, for what they are worth.
My Father was 52.

Deepest sympathies for your loss.

I’m so sorry. My dad was 58 when he died.

I’m so sorry. :frowning:

My dad died at 55, of a heart attack. Much too young. Hearts are too fragile.

My sympathy to you and your family. You don’t have to make any of the tough decisions yet–give yourself some time, and don’t let anyone else tell you what to do.

I’m so sorry for your loss.


I’m so sorry for your loss.

You have my deepest sympathies.

Don’t worry about what other people think-- do what feels right for you and your mom.

I’m so sorry to hear of your loss.

I didn’t discover how much I needed my dad until he was gone, but I’m able to remember him with such love now, with only tinges of the sorrow I felt at his passing. I hope you are able to look back in joy very soon.

I’m so sorry to hear it.

I lost my father last August. One of the hardest things for my mom to deal with was that she felt like everybody and their uncle was telling her what to do. She knew the advice was well-intentioned, but she was really overwhelmed by it all. Fortunately, the flood abated pretty soon (and she’s doing great). All she could do, and all you can do, is do what you two think is best.

Hang in there. I’ll be thinking of you.

They say that the saddest thing is when a parent loses a child, but it’s equally sad when someone loses a parent in the prime of life. My sincere condolences.

You have my sympathy as well. My father died at 45, and 30 years later, I still miss him.

I didn’t realize that hypertrophic cardiomyopathy is an inherited condition that appears late in life. A very unusual condition.

My sincere condolances. Sending warm thoughts your way.

I hate these threads, because I know how it feels. Fifty-one years old is very young, and it sounds as if this was unexpected. My condolences.

Jeep’s Phoenix I’m so sorry for your loss. Your mother, you and the rest of your family are in my thoughts and prayers. Do what you need to do when you feel like you can handle it. Above all, take care of yourself and your mother right now.

My condolences. :frowning: My father was 58 when he died. It was hard for me to accept that he was gone so young but then I finally had to conclude that no matter how time you get with a loved one, it’s never enough.

My sympathies, as well. My Pop was 72 when he passed in 2002, but was absolutely in the prime of his life. I still grieve, but every day gets a tiny bit easier.