Feb 16, 2010 23:19
This morning, at 8:45am, my father passed away.
These past two weeks he had been undergoing radiation therapy for the cancer he had throughout his body, including his lungs and brain. Saturday he had a stroke which left him pretty much immobile. Sunday afternoon I went to his house, sat beside him on his bed, held his hand, and told him how much I loved him. He squeezed my hand back in return. I sat there for a good twenty minutes just looking at his face. Yesterday (Monday) he was unresponsive but still breathing. This morning he found his peace.
I went to his house tonight. His body was still there on a hospital bed in the living room. His wife has a big family and we all sat and stood around him telling stories, laughing, and crying.
I will always love my dad. He had such a great personality and heart. I can't even put into words my love for him.
Tomorrow morning I will be meeting with his brother (my uncle) for breakfast. I hadn't met him before tonight. We'll talk about my dad and their side of the family. I haven't had any connection with any family members outside my mother, father, and brothers.
This whole thing hasn't sunk in fully yet. I don't want my dad to be gone.