Sitting Shivah
On Monday April 8th, I thought my husband had come home for toddler breath's speech therapy session. Instead, he immediately took me aside to tell me he had bad news. My mother had just found my father, still in bed and she thought he was dead. He called back and it was confirmed, my father was gone. He'd been dead for hours by the time my mother found him. There was nothing anyone could have done for him. We didn't have an autopsy, there seemed no point. But the most likely cause of death was a massive heart attack. It happened in his sleep. The Medical Examiner assured me it was fast and that it is unlikely he suffered. He looked peaceful, but very very dead.
My father was 65. He was going to be 66 in about a month. He had heart disease, quadruple bypass in 1997. He had adult onset diabetes, which he was not doing a good job of controlling, but nothing had seemed immediately wrong with him. Maybe he was slowing down, he was getting fatter, grayer and had less hair, but I though... I thought we had at least until he was 70.. 75... 80.... But now he is gone.
On Wednesday, I wrote my father's eulogy and attended his funeral. I then helped to bury my father.
I'm now sitting shivah for him and hoping he knew how much I loved him, how much my sister loved him, how much my brother loved him, how much my husband and daughter loved him. That he knew how much his mother loved him and his younger sister. That he was glad I made so many phone calls to make sure lots of people came to his funeral and made sure he got an obituary in the local paper and applied for one in the New York Times.
I hope he is at peace now and is happy, and if there is something after we die, that I am able to see him again.
Please be sure to appreciate your loved ones.
My father was 65. He was going to be 66 in about a month. He had heart disease, quadruple bypass in 1997. He had adult onset diabetes, which he was not doing a good job of controlling, but nothing had seemed immediately wrong with him. Maybe he was slowing down, he was getting fatter, grayer and had less hair, but I though... I thought we had at least until he was 70.. 75... 80.... But now he is gone.
On Wednesday, I wrote my father's eulogy and attended his funeral. I then helped to bury my father.
I'm now sitting shivah for him and hoping he knew how much I loved him, how much my sister loved him, how much my brother loved him, how much my husband and daughter loved him. That he knew how much his mother loved him and his younger sister. That he was glad I made so many phone calls to make sure lots of people came to his funeral and made sure he got an obituary in the local paper and applied for one in the New York Times.
I hope he is at peace now and is happy, and if there is something after we die, that I am able to see him again.
Please be sure to appreciate your loved ones.