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When most people see their dad, they see Superman. A rock. A role model. This invincible man that you think will be immortal.
Then he gets older, and starts to deteriorate. Body starts breaking down.
He should be taking care of himself, but he's not. But it's nothing, because he's Superman. You've seen this guy drink like a tank, smoke two packs of cigarettes, and still manage to carry 50 pounds of shingles at a time onto the roof and be fine.
And then you see him in the hospital bed. Trying to get that oxygen in. A tube in his nose and a holister monitor attached to his chest. He cracks his usual jokes, and you think "He's ok", but then you notice that gasp for air. The tired, worn down look in his eye.
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I've never really had a traditional father/son relationship with my dad. I was always a little jealous of The Simpsons, or the Taylors, or the Cosbys. They had families. Mine isn't like that.
Dad could leave for an entire month to Italy and I wouldn't give it another thought. Probably because I knew he was coming back.
Last night they got him to the hospital. He couldn't breathe. He was sweaty. He was nauseous.
A valve in his heart totally stopped working. He needs a bypass within the next couple of weeks.
He's so fragile now. So broken.
He's almost gone. It's too soon. He hasn't even passed down any fatherly advice yet. Not on women or life or anything.
God dammit dad, we've wasted so much time.
Then he gets older, and starts to deteriorate. Body starts breaking down.
He should be taking care of himself, but he's not. But it's nothing, because he's Superman. You've seen this guy drink like a tank, smoke two packs of cigarettes, and still manage to carry 50 pounds of shingles at a time onto the roof and be fine.
And then you see him in the hospital bed. Trying to get that oxygen in. A tube in his nose and a holister monitor attached to his chest. He cracks his usual jokes, and you think "He's ok", but then you notice that gasp for air. The tired, worn down look in his eye.
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I've never really had a traditional father/son relationship with my dad. I was always a little jealous of The Simpsons, or the Taylors, or the Cosbys. They had families. Mine isn't like that.
Dad could leave for an entire month to Italy and I wouldn't give it another thought. Probably because I knew he was coming back.
Last night they got him to the hospital. He couldn't breathe. He was sweaty. He was nauseous.
A valve in his heart totally stopped working. He needs a bypass within the next couple of weeks.
He's so fragile now. So broken.
He's almost gone. It's too soon. He hasn't even passed down any fatherly advice yet. Not on women or life or anything.
God dammit dad, we've wasted so much time.