The loss of my Dad

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


Spending time with my Dad before his passing.

Submitted: October 27, 2017

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It's been almost a year since my Father died. Many things have changed. No more all nighters in the ER. Making sure his oxygen tanks are always full.  Calls at 9pm to make sure he remembered to take his meds. Trips to all the doctors. Yes, things are much different. What's not different? The heartache of not seeing him every day. Not good when the body  wants to stop, but the mind is sharp as a razor, it hurts to watch that. 
My Dad didn't fear death, he waved it in. He had a GREAT sense of humor. I would take my Dad to his favorite restaurant in Perth Amboy, The Barge. We would walk in, me holding oxygen tanks in my right arm, him in my left. I would ask for a table with a great view of the water because he doesn't have long to live, then him and I would both bust out laughing. I miss THAT. They didn't think that was funny but they would give us a great table anyway. We would have dinner and talk about our lives, things only the two of us knew. Funny things, sad things, everything. 
My Dad always said I would have it easier when he was gone. He was right. He was a handful and then some. Would I want him back? MORE THAN ANYTHING. Miss him everyday with all my heart. RIP Dad. You've earned it! ????


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