You know it's coming,
but still....you're never really prepared.
I just got back from West Palm Beach. Jonathan's on a plane to West Virginia to say goodbye to his Dad.
The hope is that he'll still be alive when he gets there.
Over the past 2 weeks, his condition got worse and worse, and then, suddenly, he seemed to rally and we all exhaled.
The call came yesterday, on my cell phone, which I didn't get until we were sitting in the bank lobby at 11:30 this morning. Jon said "You have mail on your phone. Can I check it?" and I said, "Sure." I had totally forgotten that his Aunt Cathy had agreed to call me first if anything changed, so I could tell Jonathan myself. God! What a fuck up I can be sometimes!
"If any family wants to see him, tell them to come now".
So, I watch his face simply implode on itself...crumble....he grabs my arm....and I KNOW.
It took some finagling, but we got a ticket and his plane left at 7:30. We had just enough time to wash some clothes, clean up and pack and then drive the hour and a half to the airport.
At least there was some levity as he got singled out and searched really thoroughly...I think his belt buckle was at issue.
And he waved, and I waved (across 1/2 a room of security checkpoint) and he yelled "I love you" and I yelled back "I love you" and he turned and was gone.
It's never been much of a relationship, but it's his Father, after all, and he needs to be there.
I should be with him, but there is not enough money for 2 tickets, nor can I really take the time off work. I've always been there, with him, at times like these, and this time I can't. It shits that he has to go through this by himself. His brother Barry and Uncle Richard and Grandma Doris are all there (as well as his 1/2 sister Jennifer), but still....
Jon'll be without a computer for a while, so e-mail him if you get the chance. It would be nice for him to have some messages when he gets back
jcuny04@bellsouth.net
Dear God! Keep him safe and sane. Let Gene go peacefully. Let his kids all get a chance to say goodbye. It's probably the last time the 3 of them will be together for a long time.
Peace. Out.
I just got back from West Palm Beach. Jonathan's on a plane to West Virginia to say goodbye to his Dad.
The hope is that he'll still be alive when he gets there.
Over the past 2 weeks, his condition got worse and worse, and then, suddenly, he seemed to rally and we all exhaled.
The call came yesterday, on my cell phone, which I didn't get until we were sitting in the bank lobby at 11:30 this morning. Jon said "You have mail on your phone. Can I check it?" and I said, "Sure." I had totally forgotten that his Aunt Cathy had agreed to call me first if anything changed, so I could tell Jonathan myself. God! What a fuck up I can be sometimes!
"If any family wants to see him, tell them to come now".
So, I watch his face simply implode on itself...crumble....he grabs my arm....and I KNOW.
It took some finagling, but we got a ticket and his plane left at 7:30. We had just enough time to wash some clothes, clean up and pack and then drive the hour and a half to the airport.
At least there was some levity as he got singled out and searched really thoroughly...I think his belt buckle was at issue.
And he waved, and I waved (across 1/2 a room of security checkpoint) and he yelled "I love you" and I yelled back "I love you" and he turned and was gone.
It's never been much of a relationship, but it's his Father, after all, and he needs to be there.
I should be with him, but there is not enough money for 2 tickets, nor can I really take the time off work. I've always been there, with him, at times like these, and this time I can't. It shits that he has to go through this by himself. His brother Barry and Uncle Richard and Grandma Doris are all there (as well as his 1/2 sister Jennifer), but still....
Jon'll be without a computer for a while, so e-mail him if you get the chance. It would be nice for him to have some messages when he gets back
jcuny04@bellsouth.net
Dear God! Keep him safe and sane. Let Gene go peacefully. Let his kids all get a chance to say goodbye. It's probably the last time the 3 of them will be together for a long time.
Peace. Out.