Feb 02, 2007 19:53
my father passed away late saturday night. I wasn't very close to him, seeing as how he left when I was a toddler and has been a heavy drinker and IV drug user. I still love him though. He lived in Toronto and I am in Houston. He had Hep C, cirrhosis and was shooting morphine. He called my grandmother the night he died and told her he couldn't walk. He was having kidney and liver failure. I spoke to him a few weeks ago and I always thought this might be my last conversation with him. We never spoke about the problem, we always laughed and talked about old times and the last thing I told him was I loved him. I am super sad.
His friends are all users and there will be no service. There's no family where he lives. My grandmother and I think it would be an embarressment to him when nothing bunch of a bunch of druggies to say they will attend the service and then no one show. One of his old bosses who is still a friend, this guy drinks but he's not a druggie, he bought my dad a pair of pinstriped pants and a button-down shirt and a sportsjacket. A nice outfit, I'm sure he hasn't worn one since my parents got divorced 20 something years ago.
Daddy I will miss you. You played guitar with the best of them. Mensa missed out.. Keep all my trinkets for me and when I see you again, make me one of your killer onion hambugers and some stir-fry.