I lost my dad this past Friday about 7:30 in the morning. I took the day off of work and was going to meet Phil later that afternoon. I had got him a 62 Belair. My mother was going to go visit her brother who's in the hospital with cancer. Dad was feeling good that morning and usually he was in some sort of pain off and on. He had a weak heart and weak kidneys. He felt really good that morning so he was going to ride along. He got in the car (passenger side) and mom got behind the wheel. She said she turned around after 2 blocks from the house because dad wouldn't answer her. He wasn't breathing and by the time he got to the hospital he didn't have a pulse. The hospital was very close after she turned around. I guess if there's anything good to say about it is that he went extremely quick and didn't suffer. He never wanted to go to the hospital and didn't want to be in a home. He watched his dad on life support which kept his dad alive but the brain was dead. My dad said he never wanted to be hooked up to a machine since that image of his father with all the tubes stuck in him disturbed him so much. My dad was 83. He would have been married 56 years this December 30th. Not that it would have been better any other time of year but being this close to the holidays and everything makes it that much harder. Right now we're guessing his heart just gave out.
I love you dad and I miss talking to you already.
I love you dad and I miss talking to you already.
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