My Dad pt 2
SadnessHe was diagnosed with advanced liver cancer on
Oct 5th. I'd come from NJ to be with him and we got
the news together.
The doctors told us that he should have weeks or
months to live. They said we should have some time.
Dad died 7 days later.
He was 63 years old.
My father told me on Oct 5th that he wanted mine to be the last beloved face he saw. I promised him I would be. He made me promise not to tell his mother, my Grandma, that he was sick.
He wanted the two of us to tell her together. I agreed and went home to NJ
We never got the chance.
The nurses assured me that Dad never suffered.
They told me that he was ready and he was peacful.
I was riding a train toPhilly when I got a call from his doctor. She told me that he was gone. My Dad is gone.
I'm trying to figure out how to live without him.
Devious Comments
But I failed to see-
I'm not alone, to sit on the throne.
He lives inside of me.
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"Simple wish waits for reply" ~ Imogen Heap
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After eight years, I'm still trying to figure that out.
But you do. You just do.
The pain never goes away. You just learn to live with it one day at a time.
Be well, and may your memories keep you comfort.
It's going to be 7 yrs tomorrow (nov. 1) and I still don't have a clue. And even now, I still get emotional talking about him with anyone. She's also right in saying that you just do. The best advice I got, from a good friend, was to just remember.
"Don't cry because it's over....
Smile, because it happened."
--
The woods are lovely, dark and deep
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
-Robert Frost
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