Bad News
I have not updated in a long time. I am sorry about that, I have been busy. My work load at work has gone from 6 hours a week to 30 hours a week and something had to give... I do try to read, but I haven't time to compose.
Anyways, on Saturday May 29th around 4:00 in the afternoon, my Father put the barrel of his carefully polished 357 Magnum into his mouth and blew the top of his head, and his life, away. My Mother was in the next room and had not noticed any behavior from my Father that was unusual. My siblings and I had planned on planting his garden that morning, but had been put off by the rain and had rescheduled for Memorial day.
My Father has been cremated. The service for him will be Saturday June 5th @ 3:00 at the Hillside Cemetery in Minneapolis, MN. I know that none of you can attend, but I would appreciate a kind thought.
My Father was diabetic. His kidneys had failed and he was on dialysis. He lost one of his eyes due to diabetes. He was a fishermen and had hoped to attend our Male holiday weekend, opening day of fishing during the second weekend of May. Unfortunately, he came down with Peritonitis, an infection of the abdomen. He was deathly ill for two weeks and missed the fishing trip. During his illness, his blood sugar was uncontrollable and remained very high. The eyesite in his remaining eye grew very dim and he was unable to read. My Father lived to read and fish and he believed that he would never be able to do either of them again. He may have been wrong, but we will never know. He hated needles and doctors and hospitals but that was his life. He ended his pain and gave it to the rest of us. I think that he made a poor decision, but that doesn't matter.
Anyways, I have one thing to say: If you're thinking of killing yourself, DON'T DO IT! Please, don't do it. The pain you will leave behind is so much greater than you're going through. I know it is.
Good luck to all and have a GREAT weekend.
Anyways, on Saturday May 29th around 4:00 in the afternoon, my Father put the barrel of his carefully polished 357 Magnum into his mouth and blew the top of his head, and his life, away. My Mother was in the next room and had not noticed any behavior from my Father that was unusual. My siblings and I had planned on planting his garden that morning, but had been put off by the rain and had rescheduled for Memorial day.
My Father has been cremated. The service for him will be Saturday June 5th @ 3:00 at the Hillside Cemetery in Minneapolis, MN. I know that none of you can attend, but I would appreciate a kind thought.
My Father was diabetic. His kidneys had failed and he was on dialysis. He lost one of his eyes due to diabetes. He was a fishermen and had hoped to attend our Male holiday weekend, opening day of fishing during the second weekend of May. Unfortunately, he came down with Peritonitis, an infection of the abdomen. He was deathly ill for two weeks and missed the fishing trip. During his illness, his blood sugar was uncontrollable and remained very high. The eyesite in his remaining eye grew very dim and he was unable to read. My Father lived to read and fish and he believed that he would never be able to do either of them again. He may have been wrong, but we will never know. He hated needles and doctors and hospitals but that was his life. He ended his pain and gave it to the rest of us. I think that he made a poor decision, but that doesn't matter.
Anyways, I have one thing to say: If you're thinking of killing yourself, DON'T DO IT! Please, don't do it. The pain you will leave behind is so much greater than you're going through. I know it is.
Good luck to all and have a GREAT weekend.