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Last night, my Dad died.
Originally, I had no intention of attending his last mortal days at the hospital. I wanted my last memories of my Dad while he was alive. Not as a corpse on a bed. But a friend of my Brother convinced me that it would be best for everyone else if I attended. So against my better judgement I attended anyways.
Saw a lot of old faces and my brother's friends. I was really out of place around them. They were all in varying stages of mourning. Some fought to keep from bawling. Some sang. Some just watched the activity as they were there not because they knew my Dad, but because my brother wanted faces around to comfort him. Our old pastor held out hope for a miracle.
I was a one man island. Yeah I love my Dad greatly. But I think I used up all my tears this past year. And as far as I was concerned he died the moment he ceased to be self aware. That was over a month ago. Since then we've been taking care of him like an oversized baby. And then took him to the hospital for life support.
Hopefully life will become normal. We still have a lot of work to do around the farm. Fencing for one thing. The arena is repaired but the road to it still needs trap rock. The other field has a lot of gapes in it due to fallen trees. I need to learn how to use a chain saw.
We also had three baby goats born yesterday. One might've been born dead, Another I found under a rock and couldn't get out until I found where the odd noise was coming from. It died while I was at the hospital. So that leaves one currently living baby.
Now that this night mare is finally almost over. I want to get back in tune with Court-Records.net; I've been beyond negligent since the whole cancer episode started.
Originally, I had no intention of attending his last mortal days at the hospital. I wanted my last memories of my Dad while he was alive. Not as a corpse on a bed. But a friend of my Brother convinced me that it would be best for everyone else if I attended. So against my better judgement I attended anyways.
Saw a lot of old faces and my brother's friends. I was really out of place around them. They were all in varying stages of mourning. Some fought to keep from bawling. Some sang. Some just watched the activity as they were there not because they knew my Dad, but because my brother wanted faces around to comfort him. Our old pastor held out hope for a miracle.
I was a one man island. Yeah I love my Dad greatly. But I think I used up all my tears this past year. And as far as I was concerned he died the moment he ceased to be self aware. That was over a month ago. Since then we've been taking care of him like an oversized baby. And then took him to the hospital for life support.
Hopefully life will become normal. We still have a lot of work to do around the farm. Fencing for one thing. The arena is repaired but the road to it still needs trap rock. The other field has a lot of gapes in it due to fallen trees. I need to learn how to use a chain saw.
We also had three baby goats born yesterday. One might've been born dead, Another I found under a rock and couldn't get out until I found where the odd noise was coming from. It died while I was at the hospital. So that leaves one currently living baby.
Now that this night mare is finally almost over. I want to get back in tune with Court-Records.net; I've been beyond negligent since the whole cancer episode started.