Coming to Terms on many levels.
Thursday September 25th my Father joined my Mother. I know where they are and I know that they are at peace. No longer needing machines to help them breath, no longer needing to be wheeled about. No longer needing to have things repeated. My Mother no longer aches whenever she moves. She can hear and breath a
and she no longer misses Dad. Dad can now complete sentences and no longer be frustrated. His eyes will be sharp and clear and his whit will bring joy throughout heaven.
I do hope that where ever in heaven they are there is a coffee pot full so Dad can take it around to each of the others and refill their cups.
I have my moments but on the whole I am holding up very well. Right now I am a bit teary eyed but am posting this.
Friends.... I have a few, not many really but a few and some are good and true but there are those that claim a deep friendship as long it is on their terms. When things are going great life is wonderful but when it collapses who is there to talk to and console and tell them that they are right and lift them up.
I was once referred to as the Switch Tech/Father Confessor. There wasn't anything that anyone couldn't talk about to me because... well... who would I tell? But being the ear for so long wears you down. And I am not sure I can be very up lifting to anyone anymore. My emotions are pretty much shot for now. When you make a lunch date with a friend and wait and wait and there is no attempt to tell you why they can't make it. Little inconsiderate things like something as simple as this, which for many, may seem unimportant but just another example of things that let others down. You see where you stack up on the list. Not that I am someone that thinks that their particular existence is all that important in the grand scheme of things but yet if I were gone then the histories of others would be changed dramatically at this time.. (I know, kind of deep right there, I know. It won't happen again.)
I would like to say that I truly appreciate Monica Marlowe for sending me her phone number and offering me her ear. You are a peach and I am so glad you had a great time in Chicago.
On the upside. T-Mobile hired me full time as an employee of T-Mobile. No longer the contractor... (High fives around.)
My Family is doing well. Son is a Software Engineer for Caterpillar. (Those in the midwest know that that is big time work.) 22, owns his own home, and still, on weekends, works at Circuit City for his fun money. Daughter is 14 and drop dead attractive. Volleyball and now Cheerleader. (Turned to the darkside and quit playing basketball, she is 5'9")
Wife has had her second carpel tunnel surgery. Left wrist six weeks ago and right wrist last week. Had it done by a plastic surgeon at Barnes/Jewish Hospital. She is a court reporter and needs 100% range of motion to do her job. I know some feel she is an elitist because she sought out the best. Why not use an ortho surgeon, well, her doctor was the first person to successfully transplant a never into a young boys arm so he could have feeling in his hands. Susan is a grand humanitarian and a fine surgeon who specializes in nerves and wants nothing more than allow those that do demanding successful jobs the chance to go back to it. And not have to go to disability until she is eligible for retirement. She must be good. Jill's left wrist has vastly improved movement now. Her right still has stitches. But her prognosis is very good that she will be able to return
to work.
I am grateful that I am back to work. I miss the game. I miss my buddies and I sometimes get updates but I don't have the desire to return just yet. If ever.
Thanks John for the time the other day. Angela you have always been supportive and keep Lydia alive, please. Dawn thanks for your support. Lisa thanks for your note.
Anyway I don't post here much. But thought you would want to know about Dad. Now it is just me and my family. I have no other direct relation left. Last of the Mohecans (however that is spelled, not my strong suit but can be read.)
Take care all.
M
and she no longer misses Dad. Dad can now complete sentences and no longer be frustrated. His eyes will be sharp and clear and his whit will bring joy throughout heaven.
I do hope that where ever in heaven they are there is a coffee pot full so Dad can take it around to each of the others and refill their cups.
I have my moments but on the whole I am holding up very well. Right now I am a bit teary eyed but am posting this.
Friends.... I have a few, not many really but a few and some are good and true but there are those that claim a deep friendship as long it is on their terms. When things are going great life is wonderful but when it collapses who is there to talk to and console and tell them that they are right and lift them up.
I was once referred to as the Switch Tech/Father Confessor. There wasn't anything that anyone couldn't talk about to me because... well... who would I tell? But being the ear for so long wears you down. And I am not sure I can be very up lifting to anyone anymore. My emotions are pretty much shot for now. When you make a lunch date with a friend and wait and wait and there is no attempt to tell you why they can't make it. Little inconsiderate things like something as simple as this, which for many, may seem unimportant but just another example of things that let others down. You see where you stack up on the list. Not that I am someone that thinks that their particular existence is all that important in the grand scheme of things but yet if I were gone then the histories of others would be changed dramatically at this time.. (I know, kind of deep right there, I know. It won't happen again.)
I would like to say that I truly appreciate Monica Marlowe for sending me her phone number and offering me her ear. You are a peach and I am so glad you had a great time in Chicago.
On the upside. T-Mobile hired me full time as an employee of T-Mobile. No longer the contractor... (High fives around.)
My Family is doing well. Son is a Software Engineer for Caterpillar. (Those in the midwest know that that is big time work.) 22, owns his own home, and still, on weekends, works at Circuit City for his fun money. Daughter is 14 and drop dead attractive. Volleyball and now Cheerleader. (Turned to the darkside and quit playing basketball, she is 5'9")
Wife has had her second carpel tunnel surgery. Left wrist six weeks ago and right wrist last week. Had it done by a plastic surgeon at Barnes/Jewish Hospital. She is a court reporter and needs 100% range of motion to do her job. I know some feel she is an elitist because she sought out the best. Why not use an ortho surgeon, well, her doctor was the first person to successfully transplant a never into a young boys arm so he could have feeling in his hands. Susan is a grand humanitarian and a fine surgeon who specializes in nerves and wants nothing more than allow those that do demanding successful jobs the chance to go back to it. And not have to go to disability until she is eligible for retirement. She must be good. Jill's left wrist has vastly improved movement now. Her right still has stitches. But her prognosis is very good that she will be able to return
to work.
I am grateful that I am back to work. I miss the game. I miss my buddies and I sometimes get updates but I don't have the desire to return just yet. If ever.
Thanks John for the time the other day. Angela you have always been supportive and keep Lydia alive, please. Dawn thanks for your support. Lisa thanks for your note.
Anyway I don't post here much. But thought you would want to know about Dad. Now it is just me and my family. I have no other direct relation left. Last of the Mohecans (however that is spelled, not my strong suit but can be read.)
Take care all.
M