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WOW, 2002 already, I can't believe it.
In one way I am very glad to see 2001 come to an end.
As there were parts of it I wish so badly they never happened.
Starting Jan 14th/2001 When my Father passed away. He and I had become so close since my Mother passed away in 1989
"God rest her soul".
He became so old and frail in those eleven years. I can remember him in his younger years, Heading to the beer store on a Saturday night when My Mom and him would be having company over. I can recall seeing him carry a case of 24 beers on each shoulder from the beer store and walking home with them about 12 blocks, and it never even phased him.
He never ever would miss a days work, no matter what. " unlike me.. who is always looking for an excuse to take a day off" . After Mom passed away Dad depended on me alot, I always did his laundry, did his grocery shopping etc. for him. He was never a lazy man but he was already 75 yrs old when he first found himself on his own, since he was a young man.
My Father was the type of man right up until a year before he died when his health went downhill, still went for at least two long walks a day, drank tea all day and night like a fiend and had an appetite like a horse. My sister and I who share an apartment, Brought Dad to live with us the last six months of his life to look after him.
His knees went on him fisrt, The pain was unbearable at times he could not walk at all in a few short months. The doctors told us he had Paget's disease in his bones. He became wheelchair bound. In October of 2001 he started asking us to look into getting him in a nursing home, He said it was too hard to get to our washroom and he needed to be where there were the facilities that he needed.
Even though we had homecare come everyday to help him while we were at work, He wanted to go. Reluctantly I started looking into it for him. On Dec 1/2001 he was put in a nursing home and he was so happy.. He thought he would have 24 hour care like a hospital. "yeah right". When he would have to go to the bathroom and need help they were too busy so they would put a diaper on him.
He was mortified whenever they did this to him. He might have been eighty six and lost the use of his legs but he was all there otherwise. Then Christmas came and he did not want to come home for a few days, He was getting more depressed with each passing day.
We could all see it, But he was slowly giving up and did not care anymore about anything. There are seven of us kids so my Dad had company everynight of the week, He wasn't lonley but he said they took his dignity away making him wear diapers. On Jan 10 he stopped eating, When I was there on the 13th he still had not eaten and was just staring into space and would not really even bother to talk to me. I could see how deep he was into a depression. I was bawling my eyes out and went to the Nurses station to speak to the Head Nurse.
" Why is my Dad like this? I asked"
"He's a stubborn man .. she said"
"he is severly depressed I said with tears blurring my vision Can't you see that?"
"No he isn't she said.. let's go and see him. We walked back to his room, He is still looking into space so frail and skinny looking.
Mr **** she said, What is wrong? why are you not eating? Look how upset you are making your daughter she said. He just answered " I don't know" .
I am so upset by this point I am begging him to tell me if he wants to come home with me, I will take you out of here right now Dad just tell me to and I will. " No response on his part"
I turned to her and said " Are you going to stand here and tell me you can't see how depressed he is"?
"He sure is a different man than when he got here, she said, I will have the Doctor look at him in the Morning. I left in tears.
The next day I am at work and I receive a call from the Nursing home. We are sending your Father to the hospital by ambulance, I yell what's wrong with panic in my voice. You can meet him there, don't worry we are sending him because he wants to go. I asked her to please wait until I got there so I could ride with him... But I was told to just meet him there. I left work and went there. He was in emergency. Those cold bastards from the home sent him alone with his health card taped to his shirt.
They admitted him , He was so depressed at this point.
On Saturday the 14th of January My loving Father passed away with all his kids by his side. The Doctor came and told me he was failing very fast. I rushed and called all the kids, One by one they showed up, When everyone was finally there he held on for about five minutes, Then took his last breath. I LOVE YOU DAD...
I hate fucking nursing homes.
In one way I am very glad to see 2001 come to an end.
As there were parts of it I wish so badly they never happened.
Starting Jan 14th/2001 When my Father passed away. He and I had become so close since my Mother passed away in 1989
"God rest her soul".
He became so old and frail in those eleven years. I can remember him in his younger years, Heading to the beer store on a Saturday night when My Mom and him would be having company over. I can recall seeing him carry a case of 24 beers on each shoulder from the beer store and walking home with them about 12 blocks, and it never even phased him.
He never ever would miss a days work, no matter what. " unlike me.. who is always looking for an excuse to take a day off" . After Mom passed away Dad depended on me alot, I always did his laundry, did his grocery shopping etc. for him. He was never a lazy man but he was already 75 yrs old when he first found himself on his own, since he was a young man.
My Father was the type of man right up until a year before he died when his health went downhill, still went for at least two long walks a day, drank tea all day and night like a fiend and had an appetite like a horse. My sister and I who share an apartment, Brought Dad to live with us the last six months of his life to look after him.
His knees went on him fisrt, The pain was unbearable at times he could not walk at all in a few short months. The doctors told us he had Paget's disease in his bones. He became wheelchair bound. In October of 2001 he started asking us to look into getting him in a nursing home, He said it was too hard to get to our washroom and he needed to be where there were the facilities that he needed.
Even though we had homecare come everyday to help him while we were at work, He wanted to go. Reluctantly I started looking into it for him. On Dec 1/2001 he was put in a nursing home and he was so happy.. He thought he would have 24 hour care like a hospital. "yeah right". When he would have to go to the bathroom and need help they were too busy so they would put a diaper on him.
He was mortified whenever they did this to him. He might have been eighty six and lost the use of his legs but he was all there otherwise. Then Christmas came and he did not want to come home for a few days, He was getting more depressed with each passing day.
We could all see it, But he was slowly giving up and did not care anymore about anything. There are seven of us kids so my Dad had company everynight of the week, He wasn't lonley but he said they took his dignity away making him wear diapers. On Jan 10 he stopped eating, When I was there on the 13th he still had not eaten and was just staring into space and would not really even bother to talk to me. I could see how deep he was into a depression. I was bawling my eyes out and went to the Nurses station to speak to the Head Nurse.
" Why is my Dad like this? I asked"
"He's a stubborn man .. she said"
"he is severly depressed I said with tears blurring my vision Can't you see that?"
"No he isn't she said.. let's go and see him. We walked back to his room, He is still looking into space so frail and skinny looking.
Mr **** she said, What is wrong? why are you not eating? Look how upset you are making your daughter she said. He just answered " I don't know" .
I am so upset by this point I am begging him to tell me if he wants to come home with me, I will take you out of here right now Dad just tell me to and I will. " No response on his part"
I turned to her and said " Are you going to stand here and tell me you can't see how depressed he is"?
"He sure is a different man than when he got here, she said, I will have the Doctor look at him in the Morning. I left in tears.
The next day I am at work and I receive a call from the Nursing home. We are sending your Father to the hospital by ambulance, I yell what's wrong with panic in my voice. You can meet him there, don't worry we are sending him because he wants to go. I asked her to please wait until I got there so I could ride with him... But I was told to just meet him there. I left work and went there. He was in emergency. Those cold bastards from the home sent him alone with his health card taped to his shirt.
They admitted him , He was so depressed at this point.
On Saturday the 14th of January My loving Father passed away with all his kids by his side. The Doctor came and told me he was failing very fast. I rushed and called all the kids, One by one they showed up, When everyone was finally there he held on for about five minutes, Then took his last breath. I LOVE YOU DAD...
I hate fucking nursing homes.