Heartmans Wife
10-25-2005, 12:35 PM
Hi All-
I'm finally taking the time to write - something I should have done 2 or 3 months ago. Anyway, I wanted to take the time to say that I am praying for everyone on the board even though I may not always post the messages of support that I should.
My Father passed away on July 17th of this year. He was 84 years old. We had known for about a month that he would probably not make it - heart attack, congestive heart failure and dehydration at the same time, coupled with a blood infection (septicemia).
He had the nurses call for me about 5 days before he passed and I left work for the hospital. Everyone at work was great - they said that I should be with Dad and to take all the time that I needed.
Anyway, the great thing is that Dad had his mind until the minute that he died. I spent about 21 hours a day with him, leaving only to take a shower, put on fresh clothes and lay in my own bed for a few minutes. During the time I spent with him we talked like we had never talked before. It was wonderful. He even told me I wasn't allowed to cry for him - he was ready to go to a better place and I was to rejoice for him. I asked him if I could rejoice for him but cry for me once in a while. He said, "Okay, it's a deal!"
Thanks for listening to my story - sorry it was so late in coming, but I knew you'd all understand.
Also, we just got back from a great appointment in Boston. Will post more when I have another lunch hour that I can write. Thanks again.
Ange
I'm finally taking the time to write - something I should have done 2 or 3 months ago. Anyway, I wanted to take the time to say that I am praying for everyone on the board even though I may not always post the messages of support that I should.
My Father passed away on July 17th of this year. He was 84 years old. We had known for about a month that he would probably not make it - heart attack, congestive heart failure and dehydration at the same time, coupled with a blood infection (septicemia).
He had the nurses call for me about 5 days before he passed and I left work for the hospital. Everyone at work was great - they said that I should be with Dad and to take all the time that I needed.
Anyway, the great thing is that Dad had his mind until the minute that he died. I spent about 21 hours a day with him, leaving only to take a shower, put on fresh clothes and lay in my own bed for a few minutes. During the time I spent with him we talked like we had never talked before. It was wonderful. He even told me I wasn't allowed to cry for him - he was ready to go to a better place and I was to rejoice for him. I asked him if I could rejoice for him but cry for me once in a while. He said, "Okay, it's a deal!"
Thanks for listening to my story - sorry it was so late in coming, but I knew you'd all understand.
Also, we just got back from a great appointment in Boston. Will post more when I have another lunch hour that I can write. Thanks again.
Ange