Flashlightboy
Enlightened
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- Mar 28, 2001
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Late Monday morning my father finished his fight with cancer. My brother and I were with him as he tilted his head, his color changed and the breaths become shallower. It was over in only a few minutes.
For those of you with lost loved ones you know, with the clearest of absolute certainty, that the final days are a struggle for the ill and family alike. The loss of dignity, the vile smell of stomach contents undigested from days earlier that hung in the air and in your clothes is terrible. The eyes show it all. Ice cream that is vomited up minutes later. The pained breathing. It is horrible.
Still, we had a good Saturday together and it was a welcome surprise since I didn't think I'd be able to talk with him after last Tuesday. I won the Bonus Round.
Although I'm too tired to go into details, I told my dad on Saturday that I'd honestly answer any questions without sugar coating them if there was anything he wanted to know. He asked me the following questions in rapid succession.
"Am I going to die?" "Yes dad, you will."
"Will I go to heaven?" "Yes and your mom, dad and brother are waiting for you with open arms."
"When will I die?" "Dad, that's something that you and the Good Lord have to work out and the two of you will let us know. I think it'll be soon."
"Am I dying?" "Yes."
There is a different kind of peace in the house tonight but his long fight is over. In the end when I didn't think he could talk to me I thanked him for adopting me and he surprised me by saying that he was glad that I adopted him. That's just the kind of person he was.
For those of you with lost loved ones you know, with the clearest of absolute certainty, that the final days are a struggle for the ill and family alike. The loss of dignity, the vile smell of stomach contents undigested from days earlier that hung in the air and in your clothes is terrible. The eyes show it all. Ice cream that is vomited up minutes later. The pained breathing. It is horrible.
Still, we had a good Saturday together and it was a welcome surprise since I didn't think I'd be able to talk with him after last Tuesday. I won the Bonus Round.
Although I'm too tired to go into details, I told my dad on Saturday that I'd honestly answer any questions without sugar coating them if there was anything he wanted to know. He asked me the following questions in rapid succession.
"Am I going to die?" "Yes dad, you will."
"Will I go to heaven?" "Yes and your mom, dad and brother are waiting for you with open arms."
"When will I die?" "Dad, that's something that you and the Good Lord have to work out and the two of you will let us know. I think it'll be soon."
"Am I dying?" "Yes."
There is a different kind of peace in the house tonight but his long fight is over. In the end when I didn't think he could talk to me I thanked him for adopting me and he surprised me by saying that he was glad that I adopted him. That's just the kind of person he was.