Hey Family, friends and folks I’ve had the pleasure to Facebook. Last month was the 1 year anniversary of Dad’s transition. It does not seem like a year has gone by, so fresh still is the memory of the moment of his departure. Yes it was tough, really tough.
Minnie Me!
Two am Sunday morning on May 3rd 2015 I received word from the emergency room that my dad was coding.
Soon after conferring with my sister we both said our “see you laters and I love yous”. Right after we were told he was gone, I comforted my sister as best as I could. We are, our dad’s only’s, his baby girl and his baby boy.
I did not realize how tough it could hit until about 11:10am, 9 hours later that morning. I guess I had about 4 hours of sleep on this day.
Sunday morning I found myself where I normally do, which was in a church service.
As is routine, I entered in what usually turns into a great time.
I intended for it to be no different today.
But it was different, way different; more so than I could imagine.
Heaviness and helplessness, gradually and quickly seized my mind. Even physically, I felt as though I was engulfed in a heavily weighted straight jacket.
Yep, straight jacket…that was really heavy.
I pressed myself to do at that moment what I knew I was supposed to do.
However this Sunday morning had quickly seemed to become the struggle of my life.
Numbing pain now seemed to tug and tear at me from no where and from everywhere, all at the same time.
I could not do it. I could not revert myself back to where I found a peaceful sobriety of ” Its over now and its OK “, of 9 hours before. I had resolved myself then to a somber; ” dad has fought a good fight, he has finished his course. Dad you can stop hurting now, I will be so happy to see you later. Love you”.
I began to physically hurt. My chest, my face, my back. My legs, I could not feel.
I continued to press.
Through this, what had begin as a small private internal conflict, suddenly swelled into an overwhelming public, no longer private, uncontrollable staggered painful waling .
Pure unbridled emotion flooded out of me, nothing have I ever experienced in my adult life.
I was lost inside myself.
Dad had fought and won several battles over the past 10 years.
So far removed from my thoughts that my father could actually die.
I knew on the inside; “dad will pull through this one too! Like he always does”!
So my expectation was not realized as hoped, life happens…as do death. Thanks for all your concerns and well wishes. Sis and I are adjusting without father; as dad and friend. But overall…she is doing good and I’m doing good.
Journey 