by George William Archibald
(Saint Petersburg, FL, U.S.A.)
Hi. My parents celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary with Dad in the hospital from an intestinal bleed. He had emphysema and cOPD, and struggled for every breath he took. When he died he was on a ventilator, in a medically-induced coma.
Several attempts by the doctors to wake my Dad, and ask if he was in any pain. Twice my Dad shook his head, "No."
After 23 pints of blood, and an unsuccessful attempt to plug the site of the bleed in his intestines, he just simply bled to death.
As he was crashing that Monday afternoon, the hospital called my Mom to come be by his side. She didn't make it. Dad died about 5:00 pm Monday, January 14th, 2013.
Losing a parent is hard. Losing my Dad was especially awful. I'm stuck here in Florida, and my parents lived in Pennsylvania. I had no way of going up there, not only to see my father, but to be with my mother and sister as well.
He wanted to be cremated,and this was carried out according to my Mother. He wanted his ashes scattered in the garden, but Mom has a decision to make -- whether to bury his remains next to his parents, or to scatter them in the garden, as were his wishes. I have requested a portion of his ashes for myself, and they will be shipped soon. My sister also requested some of Dad's ashes.
All my days, now, are somber occasions... Some more so than others. I miss my Dad, and my heart breaks for the fact that he isn't around anymore. At least he isn't suffering anymore. What a trite bunch of crap to feed someone as a consolation! Death sucks, and I hate that it took my Dad.I can only hope that one day, four generations of my family will be fishing together, somewhere in heaven.